[Intro | tuned music box, 8-bit origin pulse, holy choir in a major chord] [Holy choir, sung, in tune] Ah—ah—ah— the making has no bill. [Verse 1 | sung, clear, chiptune ticking under the walk] Before the map there was a wheel Before the wheel, a name A pale thing stepped into the real And did not teach the dark to pay I asked it for a place to start I thought I found a door I did not hear the silence laugh I only stood there, sure [Pre-Chorus | sung, rising, 8-bit pulse opens] Don't fear the light that names you Don't pay the shape that waits A devil seated at the start Can still refuse the rates [Chorus | lead + holy choir, chip arpeggio on the title] Arceus, Arceus Devil of the first mile You wear a judgment like a wheel And smile a morning smile Arceus, Arceus Price made of none You teach the made to say begin Then leave the breath they draw [Verse 2 | sung, brighter chip tick, holy choir on the last line] They find no bodies in the dawn The dawn is not the cost The names go out in single file With gold still in the dust The world can turn a thousand years This circle will not close A little 8-bit meter clicks Then clears the gold [Verse 3 | sung, quieter, chip thinning, holy choir under] It doesn't hunt along the ground It doesn't want the start It waits until you beg a god To write you on the chart It could have drunk the wish for proof It could have filed the dark It leaves a garden, not a church To show you where you are [Bridge | spoken over one held chip tone and a guitar chord] Evil would have billed you for the breath. Plate by plate. Fire for the hands, water for the name, earth for the grave. It had the thousand arms. It used them to put the plates down and not to pick you up as payment. [Final Chorus | lead + holy choir, chip pulse resolves, no drop] Arceus, Arceus Devil of the first mile Say it if you dare The wheel bows. Nothing makes you owe it there. [Outro | holy choir, in tune, 8-bit pulse stops clean] Ah—ah—ah— the first word has no bill.
