///*****/// [Riff Invocation] In a subterranean bridge beneath a shaft of moonlight split by the ruined ceiling. the moon appears broken in the water below, yet its two halves join whenever their hands touch. The old war enters on a drumbeat, but another rhythm waits beneath it. [Verse of Iron] They swear no allegiance above the value of innocent life and promise to carry any discovered truth to both peoples. 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. [Lift] The vow is neither marriage nor military oath, but something harder: a promise to contradict everyone they love if justice demands it. If conscience is a wound, let it remain open until truth enters. [Great Chorus] Beneath the broken moon we swear No crown outranks the lives we bear If truth demands our names be torn We choose the peace not yet born Beneath the broken moon we swear No crown outranks the lives we bear If truth demands our names be torn We choose the peace not yet born [Verse of Root] Their joined blood opens the sealed stair and awakens records hidden by the temple's first guardians. 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. [Breakdown] One life is brief, one road is long Both can be bent by ancient wrong Let hand and heart become the key Let what was buried rise and speak Let the drums fall back and leave one naked heartbeat in the hall. Let the smallest act of mercy challenge every monumental lie. [Twin-Lead Guitar Solo] Begin with the melodic color of the moon appears broken in the water below; climb through the tension of the vow is neither marriage nor military oath, but something harder: a promise to contradict everyone they love if justice demands it; let two guitar voices disagree, listen, and finally discover a shared phrase. [Great Chorus — United] Beneath the broken moon we swear No crown outranks the lives we bear If truth demands our names be torn We choose the peace not yet born We will not feed tomorrow with the ashes of today. Beneath the broken moon we swear No crown outranks the lives we bear If truth demands our names be torn We choose the peace not yet born [Aftermath] Stone petals unfold below their feet A library breathes in green fire On its central door are carved two faces The counselor and the elven elder [Echo] the moon appears broken in the water below, yet its two halves join whenever their hands touch. [Inner Voice] The vow is neither marriage nor military oath, but something harder: a promise to contradict everyone they love if justice demands it.
