[Verse 1] Left... right... silence falls, Steel boots echo through the halls. Through smoke and flame and shifting sand, The Council rises, black-gloved hand. Not born in sun, nor bred by light, They shape the dark, they thrive in night. A thousand lies, a single creed— Power veiled in silent need. [Chorus: Call & Response] [Call] Who leads the march? Who calls the shots? [Response] The Center knows, the Center plots. [Call] Does he rule or merely guide? [Response] The Center walks, where gods would hide. [Verse 2] Ghosts of banners, burning red, From roots of fascists long since bled. The old regime? It met the flame— Now only whispers know its name. The wolves and vamps, the star-born kin, Bow not to Requiem’s sin. Arakhn weaves the Nictus thread, A galaxy of living dead. [Bridge – Whispered, building tension] Volcano sleeps on Striga's shore, But fire wakes in labs of war. Dark experiments, secrets deep— What horrors does the Center keep? [Chorus: Full Choir, Rising Intensity] (All) The Center reigns without a face, A phantom king in shadow's grace. The 5th now bent, their banners torn, The Council stands, reborn, reborn! [Verse 3: Spoken word] March through Paragon’s broken streets, In lockstep rhythm, heartless beats. The world will kneel, or disappear— The Council speaks, and heroes fear. [Final Chorus] The Center’s eyes are never seen, Yet pull the strings on every scheme. The past devoured, the old undone— He is the night behind the sun. [Outro – Male Choir, Soft but Ominous] No name, no face, just silence cold... The Center leads... the Council holds.
