///*****/// [Overture] In the silent battlefield after the Heartwell chains collapse and the sky clears. weapons lie in mud while the memory seal projects a century of forged orders before every surviving soldier. The old war enters on a drumbeat, but another rhythm waits beneath it. [Verse I] Generals arrest the conspirators' remaining agents, open the archives, and publicly acknowledge crimes committed by both commands. 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. [Pre-Chorus] Peace begins not in innocence but in the difficult refusal to hide shared guilt. If conscience is a wound, let it remain open until truth enters. [Chorus] Put truth before the blades Name the price our silence paid No clean hands, no blameless throne Still we choose what comes from stone Put truth before the blades Name the price our silence paid No clean hands, no blameless throne Still we choose what comes from stone [Verse II] A human general and an elven commander cross the former abyss unarmed and ask Eldrin and Lyra to witness negotiations. 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. [Bridge] We cannot wake the fields of fallen We cannot give the stolen years But we can keep their names from serving Another century of fears Let the drums fall back and leave one naked heartbeat in the hall. Let the smallest act of mercy challenge every monumental lie. [Guitar Solo] Begin with the melodic color of weapons lie in mud while the memory seal projects a century of forged orders before every surviving soldier; climb through the tension of peace begins not in innocence but in the difficult refusal to hide shared guilt; let two guitar voices disagree, listen, and finally discover a shared phrase. [Final Chorus] Put truth before the blades Name the price our silence paid No clean hands, no blameless throne Still we choose what comes from stone We will not feed tomorrow with the ashes of today. Put truth before the blades Name the price our silence paid No clean hands, no blameless throne Still we choose what comes from stone [Coda] One by one the banners lower Not in surrender, but in grief Across the ravine two funeral songs begin And find the ancient common cadence [Echo] weapons lie in mud while the memory seal projects a century of forged orders before every surviving soldier. [Inner Voice] Peace begins not in innocence but in the difficult refusal to hide shared guilt. [Narrative Turn] A human general and an elven commander cross the former abyss unarmed and ask Eldrin and Lyra to witness negotiations.
