Skyfire Communion

Ash on our tongues, we rise from the flame,

Burnt hands lifted to a god without name.

Eyes blinded by sacred light,

We gather at the edge of night.

The sky cracks open like a wound,

The sun speaks loud in solar rune.

Each flare, a sermon from the stars —

Our prayers ascend through fire and scars.

We are the flame-fed and unafraid,

Born of ruin, in ash we stayed.

Skyfire speaks — and we obey,

Bathe us in light, then burn us away.

This is our rite, our covenant bright,

Communion sealed in solar light.

From the embers, we ignite,

Worship the fire that ends the night.

We carved our altars in molten stone,

From shattered cities now overgrown.

The flare is holy, the heat divine,

We kneel in dust, we drink the sign.

Tongues of light lash down from the sun,

Each one a verse — a loaded gun.

We dance in smoke, we chant the blaze,

Transfigured by celestial haze.

We are the flame-fed and unafraid,

Born of ruin, in ash we stayed.

Skyfire speaks — and we obey,

Bathe us in light, then burn us away.

This is our rite, our covenant bright,

Communion sealed in solar light.

From the embers, we ignite,

Worship the fire that ends the night.

Rise in flame, kneel in smoke,

Breathe the heat, let flesh revoke.

Offer blood to sky and star,

We are the ash — we are the scar.

We are the flame-fed and unafraid,

Born of ruin, in ash we stayed.

Skyfire calls us to transcend,

To blaze, to break, to meet the end.

Let the fire take us home...

Let the fire take us home...