///*****/// [Processional] In a hidden chamber where human machinery joins elven runecraft around a model of the Heartwell. Counselor Malrec turns a brass key while Elder Vaelor feeds a living root through a silver crown. The old war enters on a drumbeat, but another rhythm waits beneath it. [Testimony I] The conspirators reveal their bargain: endless war keeps rulers afraid, armies obedient, and blood flowing into the extraction lattice. Steel gives every frightened answer the same hard voice, yet the ground receives the blood without asking which language named it. They carry the weight of orders and the quieter weight of doubt. Somewhere beyond the visible battle, a patient hand adjusts the board. [Gathering Storm] Each plans eventually to betray the other, convinced forbidden power will make compromise unnecessary. If conscience is a wound, let it remain open until truth enters. [Anthem] Feed the Heartwell, feed the throne Make their ancient terror our own Let the banners curse and bleed War is merely power's seed Feed the Heartwell, feed the throne Make their ancient terror our own Let the banners curse and bleed War is merely power's seed [Testimony II] They learn that two survivors entered the archive and dispatch mixed hunters to erase them before dawn. 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. [Revelation] He wants cities without ending He wants forests without decay Both call hunger holy vision Both would burn the world away Let the drums fall back and leave one naked heartbeat in the hall. Let the smallest act of mercy challenge every monumental lie. [Guitar Solo and Orchestral Rise] Begin with the melodic color of counselor malrec turns a brass key while elder vaelor feeds a living root through a silver crown; climb through the tension of each plans eventually to betray the other, convinced forbidden power will make compromise unnecessary; let two guitar voices disagree, listen, and finally discover a shared phrase. [Anthem — Final] Feed the Heartwell, feed the throne Make their ancient terror our own Let the banners curse and bleed War is merely power's seed We will not feed tomorrow with the ashes of today. Feed the Heartwell, feed the throne Make their ancient terror our own Let the banners curse and bleed War is merely power's seed [Threshold] Malrec signs Lyra's arrest in red Vaelor marks Eldrin for silent death Their hunters climb through secret doors While the Heartwell beats too fast [Echo] Counselor Malrec turns a brass key while Elder Vaelor feeds a living root through a silver crown. [Inner Voice] Each plans eventually to betray the other, convinced forbidden power will make compromise unnecessary.
