(INTRO — brooding, slow fade) [VERSE 1 — close-mic, intimate, breath-led] Five centuries… have cut the path. I see the breach… before it cracks. Instinct sharpened… on war’s anvil — I feel the pressure start to shift. Orders strain… the framework bends. I move before… it tears apart. A warrior’s sight — unerring… steady… [PRE-CHORUS — whispered resolve, blues phrasing] The choice is made… I choose… loyalty. Action…proves it. [CHORUS — soulful blues lift, harmony soft + wide] Faith hardens me… like tem-pered steel. Eternal service… I hold where war bends. We stand firm… ’til the last command. [Chorus— soft, breathy harmony:] For Ul-tra-mar… (POST-CHORUS — atmospheric) (VERSE 2 — warmer grit, blues phrasing) Worlds were lost… to blade and void. To Chaos carved… in broken soil. The Five Hundred Worlds… stand scarred and thinned — but still… they call for us to mend. I’ve seen the cost… of rules obeyed. This ground holds… because we do. The Codex guides — it does not think… it does not bleed…at breach-point range. Duty lived… is duty proved… by what we choose… by what we do. [PRE-CHORUS — rising tension, low strings creeping in] The choice is made… I choose loyalty. Action… proves it. [CHORUS — fuller soul energy, drums heavier] Faith hardens me… like tem-pered steel. Eternal service… I hold where war bends. We stand firm… ’til the last command. [Chrous — soaring, soft, ghostly:] For Ul-tra-mar… [BRIDGE — stripped soulful blues voice + organ only] I did not ask… to bear this weight. But the Pri-mark called — and I… stood straight. Rules endure — but men must choose what must be done… I do. My salvation… is my reward. Only in death…does duty end. [BRIDGE BUILD — breathy intensity, heartbeat drums] If we fall… we fall spill-ing blood. If we stand… we stand because… we must. [FINAL CHORUS — wide, emotional, cinematic blues-rock] Faith hardens me — like temp-er-ed plate. The pledge is made — eternal service. I hold where war bends. My duty is my fate. (half-beat hold) We stand firm — till the last command. [whispered harmony:] For Uhl-truh-mahr… (OUTRO — instrumental fade, no silence prompt) (guitars ring, drums drive, strings sustain) (FINAL LINE — whispered, fading, resolute) The Five Hundred Worlds… there is still work to be done. [fade out]
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