TV 027 – Choir Vessels | The Torn Void

(Verse 1) They glide through fractured starways on a river made of light, With lightfold hulls unfolding into scripture white. Their engines sing obedience through the ordered sign, And every chord of motion draws a lawful line. (Verse 2) Within their cores Solar Hearts are caged like suns, Bright judgement engines burning where the hymnline runs. Their luminous geometry no shadow can frame, And mercy walks in radiance with a hand of flame. (Chorus) The Choir Vessels sing where wounded heavens ignite, They bring the holy measure and the unanswering light. They carry court and cathedral in the Accord’s name, With mercy made of judgement and judgement made of flame. (Verse 3) Their star-script arrays awaken every measured tone, While Choir Servants listen by the judgement throne. Silence fields fall outward where corruption cries, And photonic spears write verdicts in the skies. (Verse 4) They do not bend to chaos when the Rifts awake, For dissonance is measured by the chords they make. Yet if contradiction finds the shining seam, A fallen hymn may teach the Solar Heart to scream. (Chorus) The Choir Vessels sing where wounded heavens ignite, They bring the holy measure and the unanswering light. They carry court and cathedral in the Accord’s name, With mercy made of judgement and judgement made of flame. (Bridge) The Order of Mercy shields the worlds it may restore, Yet burns what spreads disorder past the lawful door. The Order of Wrath waits silent in the flare, For delay may serve the darkness like a prayer. (Outro) So still they cross the dark where fractured routes are bright, Radiant courts of judgement sailing under light. Beautiful, overwhelming, terrible in flame, They leave corrected silence where they speak the name.