///*****/// [Overture] In the temple's inner chamber beside a dry ceremonial basin and a cracked mural. Lyra hears Eldrin's uneven breathing in the blackness and measures time by drops of blood on stone. The old war enters on a drumbeat, but another rhythm waits beneath it. [Verse I] Her ribs are bruised and her leg is cut; Eldrin uses a whisper of nature magic to draw infection from the wound. Steel gives every frightened answer the same hard voice, yet the ground receives the blood without asking which language named it. I carry the weight of orders and the quieter weight of doubt. Somewhere beyond the visible battle, a patient hand adjusts the board. [Pre-Chorus] She has treated elven arrow wounds for years, yet never imagined the archer's hand could tremble from compassion. If conscience is a wound, let it remain open until truth enters. [Chorus] Enemy breath beside my own Stranger heart beneath the bone If mercy lives behind your eyes What else have all our banners disguised? Enemy breath beside my own Stranger heart beneath the bone If mercy lives behind your eyes What else have all our banners disguised? [Verse II] They agree to a truce lasting until both can walk, each keeping one weapon within sight as a boundary of trust. 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. [Bridge] He said, 'This may hurt,' like any healer I laughed because the world felt strange The enemy knew the shape of kindness And kindness made the greater change Let the drums fall back and leave one naked heartbeat in the hall. Let the smallest act of mercy challenge every monumental lie. [Guitar Solo] Begin with the melodic color of lyra hears eldrin's uneven breathing in the blackness and measures time by drops of blood on stone; climb through the tension of she has treated elven arrow wounds for years, yet never imagined the archer's hand could tremble from compassion; let two guitar voices disagree, listen, and finally discover a shared phrase. [Final Chorus] Enemy breath beside my own Stranger heart beneath the bone If mercy lives behind your eyes What else have all our banners disguised? We will not feed tomorrow with the ashes of today. Enemy breath beside my own Stranger heart beneath the bone If mercy lives behind your eyes What else have all our banners disguised? [Coda] She sleeps with the knife beside her palm He watches moonlight cross the floor At dawn the knife remains untouched And fear has lost a little ground [Echo] Lyra hears Eldrin's uneven breathing in the blackness and measures time by drops of blood on stone. [Inner Voice] She has treated elven arrow wounds for years, yet never imagined the archer's hand could tremble from compassion.
