///*****/// [Riff Invocation] In the temple courtyard encircled by Malrec's human guard and Vaelor's masked elven hunters. two armies arrive under false flags, each ordered to kill the opposite witnesses and recover the seal. The old war enters on a drumbeat, but another rhythm waits beneath it. [Verse of Iron] Eldrin and Lyra fight back-to-back, using arrows, medicine smoke, roots, and collapsing stone to open an escape. 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] Their truce has become instinct; neither calculates whose life should cost more. If conscience is a wound, let it remain open until truth enters. [Great Chorus] Horns of betrayal split the rain Friend wears the mask, law wears the chain If one must fall to let one flee Remember truth—remember me Horns of betrayal split the rain Friend wears the mask, law wears the chain If one must fall to let one flee Remember truth—remember me [Verse of Root] Lyra surrenders to stop a captain from executing wounded soldiers, while Eldrin is struck from the ruins and believed dead. 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] He reached for her through dust and thunder She saw the lintel take him down Then human hands closed iron circles And called compassion treason to the crown 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 two armies arrive under false flags; climb through the tension of their truce has become instinct; let two guitar voices disagree, listen, and finally discover a shared phrase. [Great Chorus — United] Horns of betrayal split the rain Friend wears the mask, law wears the chain If one must fall to let one flee Remember truth—remember me We will not feed tomorrow with the ashes of today. Horns of betrayal split the rain Friend wears the mask, law wears the chain If one must fall to let one flee Remember truth—remember me [Aftermath] Lyra is dragged toward Oakhaven's camp The map remains hidden in her bandage Beneath the fallen stones, one green spark Finds Eldrin's blood and refuses darkness [Echo] two armies arrive under false flags, each ordered to kill the opposite witnesses and recover the seal. [Inner Voice] Their truce has become instinct; neither calculates whose life should cost more. [Narrative Turn] Lyra surrenders to stop a captain from executing wounded soldiers, while Eldrin is struck from the ruins and believed dead.
