TV 016 – The Arbiters | The Torn Void

(Verse 1) Beneath the Black Witness where the silent laws ignite, The Arbiters awaken out of folded shadow-light. They wear black metal stillness over white and burning stone, And make the warring empires kneel before a lawless throne. (Verse 2) They stand upon the Neutral World where ancient hatreds meet, Where six great warring powers take their rightful seat. They do not weigh the virtue of a prayer, a crown, or name, They measure only breach and deed, then answer it with flame. (Chorus) The Arbiters are rising where the hands of war must fall, They bind the proud to silence when the Compact judges all. No oath can buy exemption and no blood can claim the ground, For verdict is consequence and consequence is bound. (Verse 3) They wake when hidden weapons cross the sacred Compact line, When ritual engines tremble at the threshold warning sign. They freeze the hand, the spell, the blade, the will, the field, And leave the guilty breathing in the silence they have sealed. (Verse 4) The six great powers gather where their hatred learns to crawl, Yet every throne grows smaller when the Still Compact calls. No doctrine wins dominion, no sacred wrath may claim, The right to turn the Neutral World to battlefield and flame. (Chorus) The Arbiters are rising where the hands of war must fall, They bind the proud to silence when the Compact judges all. No oath can buy exemption and no blood can claim the ground, For verdict is consequence and consequence is bound. (Bridge) They may be relics of the ancient hands long dead, Or living laws that answer what the Precursors said. No faction owns their purpose and no faction stands alone, When mirrored guilt is written into black and lawful stone. (Outro) So still they wait in orbit where the wounded starlights die, Beneath the black horizon of the watching, silent sky. They are not peace or mercy, not a crown that grants release, They are the closed hand holding war from murdering peace.