(Verse 1) From First Choirs forged in starlight, their silver bodies rise, As lawful fire awakens in a thousand watchful eyes. They guard the shape of being where the old star-temples gleam, And turn the noise of chaos into one corrected dream. (Verse 2) Their Thrones above the systems weigh the stain in every soul, While Seraphs bear their Choir-Blades to make the broken whole. Their Messengers write verdicts through the cold and sacred air, And Dominions lead bright armies with a merciless prayer. (Chorus) The Celestial Accord descends in ordered light, To name the path of Harmony and burn away the night. They do not come as saviours with a gentle hand, They come as living judgement over every fractured land. (Verse 3) Their Mercy shields the penitent, yet burns the stain away, Precision builds the mirrored stars where holy numbers stay. Their Wrath turns solar spears upon the lawless and the wild, While Silence seals the heresy before it harms a child. (Verse 4) They war against Dominion where the anti-law is born, And close the screaming breaches where the laws of form are torn. They curse the crimson nobles who preserve themselves by theft, And judge the moonborn werewolves when wild honour turns bereft. (Chorus) The Celestial Accord descends in ordered light, To name the path of Harmony and burn away the night. They do not come as saviours with a gentle hand, They come as living judgement over every fractured land. (Bridge) They seek the sleeping Godengine as Prime Law’s hidden throne, A source of perfect Harmony no faction should own. Yet deep within their radiance lies one forbidden thought, What if the Law they worship is not the Law they sought? (Outro) So still their choirs are singing where the dying starfields gleam, With mercy sharp as sunlight and correction like a dream. Their beauty is a warning and their holiness a flame, For every soul they rescue must be worthy of its name.
