One morning, the city’s main thermal regulator stalled. Without its steady hum, the heat grew oppressive, threatening to melt the very tools they used to survive. The elders panicked, but Kord grabbed his heaviest mallet.
"The fire isn't the enemy," he told his apprentices, his voice steady over the rising roar of the vents. "It’s just energy without a direction." KORDHELL - LAND OF FIRE
When life turns up the heat, don't just endure it. Find your rhythm, stay focused, and use that pressure to forge something better. LAND OF FIRE, chords, lyrics, video - KORDHELL One morning, the city’s main thermal regulator stalled