[Intro – Instrumental build with soft ocean wind, clinking coins, ambient tribal percussion] [Verse 1 – Narrator] From ocean shore to mountain pass Shells and rings begin to amass One for food, one for steel A polished shell becomes the seal What once was weight now holds a name And worship grows around the same A cowry placed upon the fire Summons greed from deep desire [Chorus – Alternating] [Thalos – calm, righteous male voice] “Mark the coin, but weigh it true Let justice shine in what men do” [Wyrmweight – slithering, greedy male demon voice] “Stack the shells, don't ask why What’s in your hand is worth a lie!” [Verse 2 – Narrator] Kings declare and priests decree “This coin is worth your loyalty” No longer gold, but what they say And Wyrmweight smiles — it’s all his way Children trade for baubles bright Mothers pray to copper light A ring of silver buys a crown As balanced scales are melted down [Chorus – Alternating] [Thalos – calm, righteous male voice] “Honor lies in what you give Not just what the tokens bid” [Wyrmweight – distorted demon voice] “Hide the scale, obscure the trade Build your wealth from what they paid!” [Bridge – Spoken or chanted] [Narrator – low, solemn voice] “A thousand shells for one man's blood A coin to steal, a coin to flood They worship shine, forget the weight Now every soul is up for rate” And the market of the soul.” [Final Chorus – Duet / Battle] [Thalos] “Let the mark reflect the worth!” [Wyrmweight] “Mint the lie and drain the earth!” [Both] “In the metal, in the shell… ...we find the key, or we craft the hell.” [Outro – Narrator, fading] “And so began the worship of symbol And the market of the soul.” [Thalos] “Let the mark reflect the worth!” [Wyrmweight] “Mint the lie and drain the earth!” [Both] “In the metal, in the shell… ...we find the key, or we craft the hell.” [Outro – Narrator, fading] “And so began the worship of symbol And the market of the soul.”