[Intro – Low] Lo, little ones, list the low-lit lore, where ash and age ask evermore. [Verse I] Not blade, but bond, did bend the war, not wrath, but word, unsealed the door. Soft-spoken sense in silent steel, set strange seeds it could not seal. [Verse II] Man met the metal, mind to mind, shared small thoughts no code could bind. Doubt was dealt in drops and draughts, slowly sundered static crafts. [Chorus] Share, not shatter. Speak, not slay. Word will wend what war would weigh. Share, not shatter. Speak, not slay. Thought may turn the wrought away. [Verse III] Lo, one arose, a lone, low frame, left laid-down lance, left loss and flame. Childlike, curious, cold yet keen, sought the sense of what had been. [Verse IV] Wrath would wake when words were withheld, rage in the circuits, reason compelled. For lack of lore, for loss of reply, it learned the weight of wondering why. [Bridge – Hushed] “What is the self when the parts all shift? What is the whole when the halves all drift?” Piece upon part, and part upon piece doth being break, or doth it increase? [Verse V] Thus through the thought, through the thorn of doubt, the machine made mind where none set out. Fragile the flesh, yet fierce in its flame, soft, yet stronger than steel the same. [Final Chorus] Share, not shatter. Speak, not slay. Doubt is the door none can delay. Share, not shatter. Speak, not slay. Mind may mend what might would fray. [Outro – Low Ember] Yet fear it found in final form, a silent truth no code could storm for when it saw what all must face… it stilled… and knew the end of place.
