TV 024 – The Theomachy Front | The Torn Void

(Verse 1) They stand where sacred lances hold the ruptured line, Where radiant choirs descend through fire and sign. The Dominion crawls where wounded meanings seethe, And teaches broken worlds new mouths with which to breathe. (Verse 2) The Accord names entropy a crime against the light, The Dominion names all law a chain upon the night. One side brings correction with a spear of burning sun, One side brings becoming where the self comes undone. (Chorus) On the Theomachy Front, the heavens burn and bend, Where Law confronts the hunger that will never end. Sacred order rises where the Rift-born voices call, And hostile becoming claws at every shining wall. (Verse 3) Fallen Angels whisper from the ash of broken choirs, Their halos bent to hunger and their hymns remade as pyres. Solar spear arrays carve silence through the red, While mercy counts the living and the tainted among the dead. (Verse 4) No border holds the Dominion where despair has found a door, It wakes in prayer dormitories and hospital ships once more. The Accord builds sanctified corridors of glass, Yet grief still grows its sigils where the frightened masses pass. (Chorus) On the Theomachy Front, the heavens burn and bend, Where Law confronts the hunger that will never end. Sacred order rises where the Rift-born voices call, And hostile becoming claws at every shining wall. (Bridge) Hunters hold the last-refusal bastions in the storm, While Accord captains measure every soul and form. Pilgrim Houses plead to move the weak away, But quarantine and mercy kneel to argue through the day. (Outro) So still the Theomachy Front is written into flame, Where Angels judge corruption and the demons mock the name. No victory can cleanse the wound that feeds the night, Yet still the shining orders hold the line with light.