///*****/// [Moonlit Intro] In the temple garden, newly awakened by impossible flowers. silver and crimson blossoms entwine around abandoned weapons, making a bridal arch from the instruments of war. The old war enters on a drumbeat, but another rhythm waits beneath it. [First Chronicle] Eldrin and Lyra pledge to protect each other and seek a way to end the conflict, though both know discovery means treason. Steel gives every frightened answer the same hard voice, yet the ground receives the blood without asking which language named it. We carry the weight of orders and the quieter weight of doubt. Somewhere beyond the visible battle, a patient hand adjusts the board. [Rising Oath] Their happiness is real precisely because danger cannot make it safe or simple. If conscience is a wound, let it remain open until truth enters. [Refrain] Forbidden bloom, grow through the blade Make one garden where graves were made If loving you condemns my name Let history learn a kinder shame Forbidden bloom, grow through the blade Make one garden where graves were made If loving you condemns my name Let history learn a kinder shame [Second Chronicle] A flower's roots trace luminous lines toward a sealed stair beneath the altar. 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. [Middle Eight] The blossom wore our mingled colors The thorn drew blood from either hand We pressed the wounds together softly And sealed no throne—only a stand Let the drums fall back and leave one naked heartbeat in the hall. Let the smallest act of mercy challenge every monumental lie. [Lead-Guitar Passage] Begin with the melodic color of silver and crimson blossoms entwine around abandoned weapons; climb through the tension of their happiness is real precisely because danger cannot make it safe or simple; let two guitar voices disagree, listen, and finally discover a shared phrase. [Refrain — Higher] Forbidden bloom, grow through the blade Make one garden where graves were made If loving you condemns my name Let history learn a kinder shame We will not feed tomorrow with the ashes of today. Forbidden bloom, grow through the blade Make one garden where graves were made If loving you condemns my name Let history learn a kinder shame [Last Light] The altar moves with a voice of stone Cold air rises from the deep Hand in hand, they take one torch And follow the light beneath the war [Echo] silver and crimson blossoms entwine around abandoned weapons, making a bridal arch from the instruments of war. [Inner Voice] Their happiness is real precisely because danger cannot make it safe or simple. [Narrative Turn] A flower's roots trace luminous lines toward a sealed stair beneath the altar.
