TV 011 – The Neutral World | The Torn Void

(Verse 1) The Neutral World hangs silent where the Black Witness waits, A dark and ancient court beside impossible gates. No faction forged its orbit, no throne commands its stone, Yet every power approaches where no power stands alone. (Verse 2) Its seas are silver shadows, its continents are night, Its rings are carved in silence under bent and broken light. The Still Compact surrounds it with a law no fleet can break, And all who bring destruction find their hidden engines wake. (Chorus) The Neutral World is not peace, it is war with folded hands, Where hatred wears a mask and every rival stands. Beneath the Black Witness, every oath is weighed, And violence walks softly where the Arbiters are obeyed. (Verse 3) The Vampires come with courtesies and debts beneath the smile, The Lunars scent dishonour in the measured marble aisle. The Accord brings its judgement, the Synod brings its schemes, The Hunters count the exits while the Dominion whispers dreams. (Verse 4) No armies may awaken where the Compact holds the line, No planet-killer answers, no apotheosis sign. Yet secrets pass like poison through the banquet and the blade, And wars are bought in whispers for the battles still delayed. (Chorus) The Neutral World is not peace, it is war with folded hands, Where hatred wears a mask and every rival stands. Beneath the Black Witness, every oath is weighed, And violence walks softly where the Arbiters are obeyed. (Bridge) The Arbiters move faceless through the courts of mirrored night, With blackened metal silence and a crown of white firelight. They do not serve a banner, they do not ask for praise, They end the breach of Compact in a thousand unseen ways. (Outro) So still the Neutral World endures where open war must cease, A market under darkness and a prison shaped like peace. The galaxy keeps bargaining beneath its watchful sky, For every hand is empty, but every smile can lie.