///*****/// [Moonlit Intro] In a council pavilion built half from living branches and half from Oakhaven stone. the treaty parchment rests beneath a growing root, and every signature is witnessed by healers, farmers, soldiers, and children. The old war enters on a drumbeat, but another rhythm waits beneath it. [First Chronicle] Terms protect the Heartwell, limit expansion, restore displaced villages, and create a joint frontier council. Steel gives every frightened answer the same hard voice, yet the ground receives the blood without asking which language named it. We carry the weight of orders and the quieter weight of doubt. Somewhere beyond the visible battle, a patient hand adjusts the board. [Rising Oath] Eldrin and Lyra refuse ceremonial titles, insisting peace belongs to the many people who chose not to raise weapons. If conscience is a wound, let it remain open until truth enters. [Refrain] Root and stone, no longer severed Build the road and guard together Let the law remember this Peace is work, not merely bliss Root and stone, no longer severed Build the road and guard together Let the law remember this Peace is work, not merely bliss [Second Chronicle] Both announce their resignations from military service and ask to rebuild the ruined border temple as a sanctuary. What seemed like chance reveals a door; what seemed like duty reveals a chain. Every remembered face becomes a witness standing wordlessly behind the choice. The future is not promised, only placed within reach of hands prepared to change. [Middle Eight] A treaty cannot teach affection Ink alone cannot uproot fear So we pledge the daily labor To make tomorrow honest here Let the drums fall back and leave one naked heartbeat in the hall. Let the smallest act of mercy challenge every monumental lie. [Lead-Guitar Passage] Begin with the melodic color of the treaty parchment rests beneath a growing root; climb through the tension of eldrin and lyra refuse ceremonial titles, insisting peace belongs to the many people who chose not to raise weapons; let two guitar voices disagree, listen, and finally discover a shared phrase. [Refrain — Higher] Root and stone, no longer severed Build the road and guard together Let the law remember this Peace is work, not merely bliss We will not feed tomorrow with the ashes of today. Root and stone, no longer severed Build the road and guard together Let the law remember this Peace is work, not merely bliss [Last Light] Eldrin lays down the captain's clasp Lyra returns the strategist's seal They leave the pavilion without escort Walking toward the ruins as equals [Echo] the treaty parchment rests beneath a growing root, and every signature is witnessed by healers, farmers, soldiers, and children. [Inner Voice] Eldrin and Lyra refuse ceremonial titles, insisting peace belongs to the many people who chose not to raise weapons.
