[Chorus Intro – The Whispered Pitch] “Hush, hush, no trumpet, no flame, We walk unseen, we have no name. We are the last shade on the wall, The step you hear before you fall. Penumbra waits, Penumbra sees The last breath comes, and it is we.” [Verse 1 – The Oath to Sodornaé] When Night was war, and moons were torn, When Sichel cursed the world unborn, The Felya knelt, their souls were sold, To Sodornaé, so cold, so old. We were her hand, her holy blade, The bringers of the death she made. Each whispered oath, each shadowed deed, Was signed in blood, in soul, in need. [Verse 2 – The Guild’s Rise] The War of Night, its embers fade, But still we walk where death is laid. From Scaélanaé to city street, Our silence stalks the rich and meek. Kings employ, and beggars pay, Our knives obey no night, no day. For all must die, for all must fall, Penumbra waits, Penumbra calls. [Short Bridge – Guildmasters’ Boast] “Our knives are sure, our steps are near, Our whispers crawl into your ear. The lords we serve, the thrones we keep, All tremble when we walk their sleep. Our coffers swell, our contracts sing, We sell the end of everything. For all men fear, and all men buy, The only truth: all men must die.” [Chorus – The People’s Thoughts] Bang the coin, hush the knife, Pray Penumbra spares your life. Pay the guild, or pay in red, Their shadows fall, and you are dead. Bang the coin, the bargain’s made, Death arrives, and debts are paid. Bang the coin, the whisper’s near The last you’ll hear is what you fear. [Verse 3 – The Business of Death] No god we praise, no creed we speak, Yet death itself is what we keep. We walk in temples, markets, thrones, Each shadow cast is ours, our own. The Avayana, barred from grace, By ancient oath, by ancient hate. But all the rest may serve, may fall, For Penumbra watches all. [Verse 4 – The Cold Commerce] The widow weeps, the lover kneels, The guild records, the guildman deals. A scribbled name, a knife, a fee, The last of you belongs to me. The lords will beg, the thieves will pay, The knives will sing at break of day. The only law, the only vow: Penumbra strikes, and death is now. [Extended Bridge – Guildmasters Again] “No prayer can halt, no crown can hide, No holy Light, no Flame allied. We sell the gift Sodornaé gave, A quiet tomb, a silent grave. Our ledgers full, our books of blood, Each entry sealed, each debt well stood. We boast, we feast, we grin, we nod For death itself is our façade.” [Long Outro – The Troubadour’s Sneer] Bang, bang, the knives are drawn, A shadow falls, a man is gone. Bang, bang, the whisper spreads, Penumbra rules, and silence treads. Bang, bang, the guild still grows, Where death is bought, where shadow goes. Yet Sodornaé laughs, cruel and free For all must die, with or without me. Bang the coin, the shadow stays, Bang the coin, the night obeys. Bang the coin, the last breath true The shadow you see belongs to you.
