Seven Nights Without Banners

///*****/// [Riff Invocation] In the hidden temple as rain seals every road for seven nights. they draw maps in dust, exchange bread rituals, and discover that both cultures tell different endings to the same star legend. The old war enters on a drumbeat, but another rhythm waits beneath it. [Verse of Iron] Conversations move from tactics to childhood, music, food, funerals, and the small embarrassments history omits. Steel gives every frightened answer the same hard voice, yet the ground receives the blood without asking which language named it. We carry the weight of orders and the quieter weight of doubt. Somewhere beyond the visible battle, a patient hand adjusts the board. [Lift] Without uniforms they become difficult to hate and dangerously easy to understand. If conscience is a wound, let it remain open until truth enters. [Great Chorus] Seven nights without our banners Seven truths the war forgot You are more than steel and grammar I am more than what you fought Seven nights without our banners Seven truths the war forgot You are more than steel and grammar I am more than what you fought [Verse of Root] Their first shared laugh echoes through the ruins, awakening a dormant mural beneath the soot. What seemed like chance reveals a door; what seemed like duty reveals a chain. Every remembered face becomes a witness standing wordlessly behind the choice. The future is not promised, only placed within reach of hands prepared to change. [Breakdown] She mocked the solemn elven supper He praised the human peppered stew Then both confessed their sacred heroes Had probably been frightened too Let the drums fall back and leave one naked heartbeat in the hall. Let the smallest act of mercy challenge every monumental lie. [Twin-Lead Guitar Solo] Begin with the melodic color of they draw maps in dust; climb through the tension of without uniforms they become difficult to hate and dangerously easy to understand; let two guitar voices disagree, listen, and finally discover a shared phrase. [Great Chorus — United] Seven nights without our banners Seven truths the war forgot You are more than steel and grammar I am more than what you fought We will not feed tomorrow with the ashes of today. Seven nights without our banners Seven truths the war forgot You are more than steel and grammar I am more than what you fought [Aftermath] On the wall, two ancient figures join hands A root of light descends below them Lyra reaches for Eldrin's sleeve Neither withdraws from the touch [Echo] they draw maps in dust, exchange bread rituals, and discover that both cultures tell different endings to the same star legend. [Inner Voice] Without uniforms they become difficult to hate and dangerously easy to understand. [Narrative Turn] Their first shared laugh echoes through the ruins, awakening a dormant mural beneath the soot.