///*****/// [Moonlit Intro] In Sylvanya's living citadel, grown from white-barked trees around a green ceremonial flame. leaves carry the names of the dead in veins of pale fire while Eldrin fastens a captain's clasp he no longer desires. The old war enters on a drumbeat, but another rhythm waits beneath it. [First Chronicle] Eldrin receives orders to defend the forest's western veins and leads archers who trust his calm more than their distant elders. Steel gives every frightened answer the same hard voice, yet the ground receives the blood without asking which language named it. I carry the weight of orders and the quieter weight of doubt. Somewhere beyond the visible battle, a patient hand adjusts the board. [Rising Oath] Immortality has not made loss smaller; it has only given him longer corridors in which to meet every memory. If conscience is a wound, let it remain open until truth enters. [Refrain] Guard the green flame, guard the ground Yet hear the graves beneath the sound If life is sacred, tell me why We teach the living how to die Guard the green flame, guard the ground Yet hear the graves beneath the sound If life is sacred, tell me why We teach the living how to die [Second Chronicle] An elder blesses the patrol with too much urgency and forbids them from approaching the ruins beneath the central ridge. 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] I know each fern by its secret name I know which rain awakens stone But no leaf has ever called for war And no root dreams of a throne 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 leaves carry the names of the dead in veins of pale fire while eldrin fastens a captain's clasp he no longer desires; climb through the tension of immortality has not made loss smaller; let two guitar voices disagree, listen, and finally discover a shared phrase. [Refrain — Higher] Guard the green flame, guard the ground Yet hear the graves beneath the sound If life is sacred, tell me why We teach the living how to die We will not feed tomorrow with the ashes of today. Guard the green flame, guard the ground Yet hear the graves beneath the sound If life is sacred, tell me why We teach the living how to die [Last Light] Eldrin turns west beneath a starless crown His bow is quiet, his doubt is not Behind him, the elder watches the earth As if waiting for something to bleed [Echo] leaves carry the names of the dead in veins of pale fire while Eldrin fastens a captain's clasp he no longer desires
