[Intro] [Verse 1] They named us builders. We raised stones for gods who wore metal for skin. I knew the offer would come. To trade the chisel for a different kind of edge. The silver took to my soul... not as a shell, but as a lens. [Chorus] I HAVE DISSECTED THE ANATOMY OF CONFLICT! From the Light kin's purging fire, scouring Yarga's dead machines... To the Dark kin's FINAL SOLUTION, their "peace" written in extinct suns and genocides... I faced the Vissash's void-like hunger, and unraveled the Tyrant's spite-made design. EACH, a grim chapter in a bloody tome. A theorem of violence, proven on a cosmic scale. EACH, a brushstroke on the vast, dark canvas of a Principle I was learning to paint... AND IN THE END, I UNDERSTOOD WAR AS NO OTHER COULD. [Verse 2] When the gaze of the Dark Kavardials' Lord fell, it saw a reflection of its own making. A Truesoul, forged in a crucible he recognized. A necessary illusion. The Principle I serve wove a veil of white steel and ruby teeth. To see me as "other" would have been a war... and the best war is the one forestalled. [Bridge] My sister Nila and I... a divided frequency. A harmony born of a single, split note. In battle, we are a closed loop. An unbreakable circuit. Together, we bring victory. Our bond is the strategy that never fails. We are the duel that resolves into triumph. [Spoken verse] I await the sign. Not from our silent stepmother, Cadence, whose promise is an eternal circle... But from a brother of a different making. The melanist with eyes of the blue night will walk the Border I have only charted. We will meet. I will give him the logic of strife. He will give me the geometry of separation. Then, I will see the edge of all things. And he... will understand the war within them. When he comes, the Last Legion will rise. Not for conquest. For the final stand against the Foreign Flame that seeks to unmake all maps, all wars, all Principles. The War-I-Am must become a rampart against the War-That-Is-Not-Ours. [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] I HAVE PLANNED FOR THE PROPHECY'S TRUE FULFILLMENT! They fight for a return to a faded dream... I prepare for the arrival of the blue-night gaze! I AM NOT THE HERO OF A SAGA. I AM THE GUARDIAN OF ITS LAST PAGE. AND THE GENERAL OF ITS LAST ARMY. [Outro] They are driven by a promise from a silent stepmother. I am guided by a convergence yet to come. The longest campaign is waged against oblivion's alien tide. I am Shion Diaz. My War is a Principle. And when the night-eyed brother raises his banner... I will be the sword and the shield of his Legion. And in that final battle — the War to end all Wars — the Cadence curse will finally be broken!
