[Intro] [Verse 1] We were the first children of Nature... Forged from her essence to admire her creation. Our purpose was pure... our devotion, absolute. But perfection is a fragile dream... shattered by a single act. When the alien spark of Carbon touched our realm... We extinguished it. A blasphemy... a necessity. That first strike became an eternal war... A war that would become our cage. [Chorus] AND FOR THIS VIGILANCE... WE WERE CAST OUT! FOR HEEDING A MORTAL CRY... WE WERE DOUBLY CURSED! OUR MOTHER'S PROMISE... A THREAD OF FALSE HOPE! "RETURN WHEN WARS ARE ENDED"... IN A WAR THAT HAS NO END! [Verse 2] The dying Yargu gave us these metallic forms! A final act of grace from a race we failed to save! Our numbers thinned... our duty remained! So we raised new warriors from the dust of this world! Some call us brothers... others, abominations! A schism in the ranks of the eternally damned! But the hunt continues... the Ancient Foe must die! For it is all we have... it is all we are! [Chorus] AND FOR THIS VIGILANCE... WE ARE THE PRICE! FORGOTTEN SOLDIERS IN A FORGOTTEN CAUSE! OUR MOTHER'S PROMISE... A CAGE OF GOLD! "RETURN WHEN WARS ARE ENDED"... IN A WAR THAT CANNOT CEASE! [Bridge] In the silence between stars... we sometimes remember... We were made for beauty... not for endless slaughter. We were made to create... not to eternally destroy. But the law is written... and we are its keepers... Even if the lawgiver has abandoned her throne... [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] AND SO WE HUNT! AND SO WE SERVE! THE ETERLY EXILED... THE FOREVER CURSED! GUARDIANS OF A REALM THAT IS NO LONGER OUR HOME! SOLDIERS IN A WAR... FOR A MOTHER WHO DISOWNED! UNTIL THE STARS GROW COLD... AND THE LAST BATTLE IS FOUGHT! WE ARE THE OATH... THAT CAN NEVER BE FORGOTTEN! [Outro] In the event horizon's embrace... where time and meaning fray... Her gravity unfolds the truth... not as memory, but as cosmic law... The threads of causality... from the first strike to this final capture... Weave together in a tapestry of endless war... My singular purpose... my hatred... my very self... Dissolves into this understanding... I become not a warrior... but a witness... Not a hunter... but a lament in the gravitational choir... The last echo of a promise... that was never meant to be...
