TV 030 – Hunter Fortress Worlds | The Torn Void

(Verse 1) They stand on fortress worlds beneath a sky of ash, Where relic walls remember every siege and clash. Their armouries are chapels cut from iron, stone, and flame, And fortress children learn the Roll before they learn their name. (Verse 2) The vows are spoken coldly where the old dead wait, Each oath becomes a weapon and a bar across the gate. The medicae count mercy by the wounds they cannot mend, And burn the names of fallen souls whose watch could not defend. (Chorus) On Hunter Fortress Worlds, the human line is drawn, Where fear is forged to vigilance before the breaking dawn. They hold against the hunger, spell, and shining throne, And pay to remain human with a price of blood and bone. (Verse 3) The children sleep in bunkers under martyr names, While drill-yard bells and relic guns awake the morning flames. They learn that mercy matters, though suspicion must survive, For monsters wear familiar mouths and ask to come alive. (Verse 4) In vaults of relic armour, every plate has heard a vow, And every scarred longarm knows what darkness hunts them now. The walls are lined with ashes, with the faithful and the shamed, For those who break are blackened, but the lost are still named. (Chorus) On Hunter Fortress Worlds, the human line is drawn, Where fear is forged to vigilance before the breaking dawn. They hold against the hunger, spell, and shining throne, And pay to remain human with a price of blood and bone. (Bridge) No victory comes cleanly where the watch must never sleep, The medicae keep counting what the Marshals dare not keep. If mercy dies within them, only meat in armour stays, So they write the guilt in ledgers and return to iron days. (Outro) So still the fortress worlds endure through smoke and prayer, With vows upon their gates and burned names in the air. They are not pure by comfort, nor saved by softer light, They remain human by refusal in the teeth of endless night.