[Intro] [Spoken Prologue] I was the first word spoken after the silence broke. Not a scream. A sigh. The space between "I am" and "you are not". The grammar of Cadence and Karbon's first glance. "War is not a question, war is the answer, and the answer is yes". [Chorus 1] Bellum sum omnium. Pax in discordia. Umbra sum, patria aliarum. Voces parvae in me crescunt. Do robur, do faciem. In me, multitudo una est. Non sum domina. Sum REFUGIUM. [Spoken Verse 1] The small ones... the unborn laws... the concepts too frail to cast a shadow... They come to my resonance. A spark of Sudden Fracture. A whisper of Unyielding Wall. They have no name. So I lend them mine. They have no form. So they wear my face. In their silent war for existence, I am their banner. Their first and only ally. [Soundscape Interlude] [Chorus 2] BELLUM SUM OMNIUM. PAX IN DISCORDIA... NON SUM DOMINA. SUM REFUGIUM... [Spoken Verse 2] For one of my understanding Warmaster, I performed a smaller miracle. A silver vessel, not a white one. A made brother, not a born one. To the jealous eyes, I whispered: "See only what you expect. See purity. See a true son." A lie of perception, to shelter a precious, different truth. His name... is Shion. [Bridge] I know what I am. The keystone of this broken arch. The wound that will not close. I am the reason the exiled kavardials cannot go home... "...When all wars end." A cruel promise. And I know... when the Great Schism heals... I will be the first to change. To fade. To become... ...something else. Something perhaps unnamed. And that... is the victory I quietly prepare for. [Spoken Climax] I am not the composer. Not the conductor. I am one choir in a vaster symphony. I have no dominion in the Weave or the Pyramid. I am the conflict. But I am also the shelter. The democracy of strife. In my realm, every minor, silent war... finds a voice, earns its right to be. [Outro] Grow. Learn. Find your own prophets, your own gods. When you are strong enough to cast your own shadow... You will leave my banner. And I will rejoice. For that is the only war worth winning: the war for your own, distinct existence.
