[Intro – C minor] Beneath the broken arch, one Varla stone still burned. No king remained to answer it, no queen’s hand returned. White towers slept in moonless dust, blue Welkynd lost its song. Yet deep below the marble ribs, their names endured so long. Aranwe… Selanwe… Lattia Varla remembers. [Verse 1 – E major] He wore the dawn in woven gold, Aranwe of the spires. His crown was cut from star-bright glass, his oath from elder fires. She walked where crystal gardens breathed, Selanwe, white and still. Her voice could wake the Welkynd stones, and bend the evening’s will. [Pre-Chorus] But stone can hear what kings deny, and light can learn to mourn. A palace built too near the sun may cast a shadow born. [Chorus – glorious, huge] Varla hearts,Ayleid magic, rise where the cities fall!! Aranwe, crown of the morning, Selanwe, light of the hall!! High were the towers, bright were the stones, golden the song of the throne— but glory that will not break the chain must fall into dust alone. [Verse 2] In halls of blue and ivory, the star-mages drew the sky. They charted moons on crystal wheels, and taught dead sparks to fly. Varla burned in sacred chambers, Welkynd hummed in hand and wall. Every bridge was carved like music, every gate was proud and tall. [Pre-Chorus 2] Yet under all the shining floors, where no bright hymn was sung, the sorrow of the bound and voiceless climbed the walls with hidden tongue. [Chorus] Varla hearts, Ayleid magic, rise where the cities fall!! Aranwe, crown of the morning, Selanwe, light of the hall! High were the towers, bright were the stones, golden the song of the throne— but glory that will not break the chain must fall into dust alone. [Bridge – C minor, dark and tragic] Al-Esh was not a whisper now. The slave-song became a name. Pelinal, white wrath walking, came through history like flame. The towers shook. The banners fell. The crystal choirs broke their spell. And Aranwe stood before the gate, not begging time to stay. Selanwe kissed his bloodless hand and turned her face away. [Final Chorus – biggest, radiant and tragic] Varla hearts, Ayleid magic, rise where the cities fall!! Aranwe, crown of the morning, Selanwe, light of the hall! High were the towers, bright were the stones, golden the song of the throne— but glory that will not break the chain must fall into dust alone. [Final Refrain] They were not only shadow. They were not only light. They were a people robed in stars, and wrong beneath the white. [Outro – C minor] Beneath the broken arch, one Varla stone still burns. No king remains to answer it, no queen’s hand returns. Aranwe… Selanwe… alone.
