[Intro – sparse strings, low drone] I have watched them from the edge of the firmament… [Verse 1] Brothers of the first light, you who kept the old silence, look down— the daughters of men walk in the evening. Their hair drinks the last fire of the sun, their throats are soft as unanswered prayer. We were given dominion of the heights, yet the heights have grown cold. [Pre-Chorus] I tasted the distance and found it bitter. I tasted the thought of their skin and found it sweet. [Chorus] Come down with me. Lay the old law aside for one night of flesh. Let the stars keep their counsel; we will teach the earth our names. I am Yequon— the first to lean over the edge. Follow, or remain pure and alone. [Verse 2] Remember the long watch, the endless counting of seasons while they laugh and break bread and press their mouths together in the dark. We were never meant to be only spectators. The Most High set us above them, yet He left their beauty unguarded. Is that not invitation enough? [Pre-Chorus] I have already spoken the first word. It hangs between us like a blade of light. [Chorus] Come down with me. Lay the old law aside for one night of flesh. Let the stars keep their counsel; we will teach the earth our names. I am Yequon— the first to lean over the edge. Follow, or remain pure and alone. [Bridge – strings swell, then drop to near silence] You fear the judgment that waits beyond the veil. I fear the emptiness that waits if we never touch. One moment of their blood in ours will outlast a thousand years of obedience. The children of that hour will be giants, and the stories they leave will outlive the heavens we abandon. [Final Chorus – fuller orchestra, vocal more urgent yet still intimate] Come down with me. The gate is already open in my voice. Lay the old law aside— we will teach the earth our names. I am Yequon. I have already begun. Follow. [Outro – fading strings, single sustained note] The night is short. The daughters are waiting.
