The Green Star of Shards Of Despair

[Verse] Six Communions bound in blood and vow Six crowns of ruin gathered now A green star bleeds its light like scars Promising the wounds of ancient wars One seeks redemption... One seeks revenge... One calls for rebirth... One bends the prophecy One guards what remains One walks where no one returns (Hoom... hoom...) (aaah... ooo...) The green star watches from above No answer given... No mercy promised... [Chorus: massive Mongolian overtone chanting, layered male choir, ritual drums] (Göö... göö... hoom...) Six Communions... Six Kingdoms... One road... One reckoning... One convergence... (Göööö... aaah...) If power is waiting... Who will pay? If clarity is offered... Who will lose? If ruin is written... Who will remain? [Verse] Grief unspoken, buried deep in stone Kingdoms rising, standing alone Redemption, vengeance, rebirth entwined Three kinds of hunger, one design Ritual after ritual Ruin after ruin Loyalty changes beneath every name A hand may reach for salvation And find revenge waiting there A vow may promise protection And demand a life in return (Hoom... hmm... hoom...) No ruler walks untouched No kingdom stands apart Every choice becomes another vow [Chant Interlude: hypnotic Mongolian chanting, call and response, drone] [Call] (Göö... who seeks the green star?) [Response] (We seek...) [Call] (Hoom... who carries the prophecy?) [Response] (We carry...) [Call] (Aaah... who pays the price?) [Response] (We pay...) [All] (Göööö... hoooom... aaah...) [Instrumental] [Bridge: ominous throat singing, rising ritual drums, vast atmospheric drones] Convergence... Or collapse... Convergence... Or collapse... Six voices... Six crowns... Six vows... And one sign above them all... The green star pulses... single deep drum Closer... deep drum Closer... deep drum Closer... (OOOOOO... hoooom...) The path demands a sacrifice The prophecy refuses a name The answers wait beyond the threshold But every answer changes the question [Chorus: colossal Mongolian choir, overtone singing, cinematic percussion, morin khuur, ritual ambience] (Göööö... hooom...) Six Communions... Six Kingdoms... Walk... Walk... Walk the perilous path... (aaah... aaah...) For redemption... For revenge... For rebirth... For the truth beneath the vows... (Göööööö... hoooooom...) Power may await... Clarity may await... Ruin may await... But no one reaches the answer unchanged [Outro: distant Mongolian throat singing, fading morin khuur, low drone, sparse ritual drum] (Hoom... hoom...) (aaah... ooo...) Six Communions... Six Kingdoms... One prophecy... One green star... And the path goes on... (Hooooom...)