Hymn of the Guided Flame Canticle of Ifrit, King of the Torch’s Blazing Embers

Verse I

O Flame who woke the frozen land,

Red dawn against the endless white,

You burned the chains from lifeless stone

And taught the world the cost of might.

Not all who burn are cast to ash—

Some rise, reforged by trial’s breath.

Refrain

🔥 O Ifrit, Guide our burning hand,

Let not our fire run wild or blind.

Forge us strong, yet bid us stand

As keepers of the balanced flame.

Verse II

Where embers fall, where courage breaks,

You stand amid the cindered field.

Not as the blaze that claims all life,

But as the hearth no storm can steal.

Through you we learn that wrath must kneel

Before the will that shapes its edge.

Refrain

🔥 O Ifrit, Guide our burning hand,

Let not our fire consume the just.

Teach us when to scorch the land,

And when to temper steel with trust.

Verse III

You struck the ice, yet spared the seed,

You broke the night, yet spared the soul.

The flame that judges, not by hate,

But by the weight of chosen role.

No spark is pure without its aim,

No power free without its chain.

Refrain

🔥 O Ifrit, Guide our burning hand,

Let passion bow to wisdom’s reign.

Burn away what cannot stand,

Preserve what still may rise again.

Verse IV

When war drums sound and fear takes hold,

When blood and ash obscure the sky,

We do not pray for mercy’s end—

We pray for fire that knows why.

If we must burn, then let it be

For life, for balance, and for dawn.

Final Refrain (Sung Softly)

🔥 O Ifrit, King of Blazing Embers,

Torch of will and tempered flame,

Remember us, as we remember:

Fire serves—not rules—by purpose named.