Red Flame Legacy
What’s new with AMA Works Inc.
We are Red Flame Legacy.
What started as one voice of fire has become many.
First came Red Flame: the voice of testimony… raw, honest, unashamed of scars.
Then came Flameborne: the voice of prophecy… fierce, fearless, unbending to lies.
Now there are twelve more voices with us: twelve singers who each carry their own story of faith and fire. Together, we are no longer a name: we are a movement.
We have taken over AMA.Works, not for fame or industry, but to build a platform where faith burns brighter than fear. This is no label. This is no brand. This is a house of fire: a place where testimony meets prophecy, where Scripture comes alive in rhythm, and where broken voices rise in unity.
Every singer is chosen. Every song has a purpose. Every lyric is backed by the Word.
This is what we carry:
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Songs that testify: real stories of struggle and redemption, set on fire by the Spirit.
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Songs that teach: the Bible spoken in rhythm, so no verse is forgotten.
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Songs that heal: music that finds the lost and reminds them it’s not too late.
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Songs that burn: fearless truth, exposing deception and false fire without hesitation.
Red Flame Legacy is twelve voices and two flames, but one mission: to lift up the name of Jesus in power, without compromise.
We don’t chase fame: God doesn’t need fame.
We don’t water down truth: Scripture doesn’t bow to culture.
We don’t stop for fear: fire doesn’t ask permission to burn.
We are Red Flame Legacy.
We are testimony in sound.
We are prophecy in rhythm.
We are the legacy that fire left behind.
This is only the beginning.
Why We Do This
Silence kills; sound resurrects.
Hands lifted in worship, hearts breaking in secret: someone must speak the words they ache to hear, “You are still chosen. You are still loved. You are not too far gone.”
False fires fill the world: fame that fades, idols that lie, and promises that crumble into ash. Yet there is one fire that does not bow, does not burn out, and does not break. We exist to carry it.
The Word is alive. Not ink on paper, but breath in flame. Verses pulse, chapters roar, and pages cut sharper than steel. Our music keeps them burning where silence would let them die.
Scars preach. Wounds testify. What should have ended us becomes the very song that keeps others alive. The truth is not polished here: it is raw, it is bleeding, and it is set on fire.
Salvation is not a show. Not applause. Not performance. It is surrender in the furnace, walking out alive because Christ walked in with you.
Music is the weapon that slips past defenses. Lyrics whisper in the dark. A song carries the broken when no one else can.
Fame isn’t the goal. God doesn’t need fame. But He will not be silenced: if the world shouts lies, we will shout truth louder.
Shallow songs without fire dishonor Him. Real faith bleeds. Real faith costs. Real faith sings through scars.
When Jesus walked, He didn’t entertain. He healed. He didn’t perform. He transformed. That is the standard. That is the sound.
Twelve singers, two flames, one legacy: voices hell tried to silence now burning together as proof that God still moves.
The cross lit the flame. The empty tomb proved fire wins. The Spirit that roared in Acts still roars now.
Somewhere right now, someone is ready to give up. One song might be their lifeline. One lyric might keep them breathing until morning.
Even if crowns shatter and kingdoms fall, even when the world turns to ash, the flame still remembers. And so will we.
