///*****/// [Processional] In the sanctuary decades later, where the First Root shades a town shared by humans and elves. rusted swords form garden arches under roses, and the old iron cage has become a trellis covered in silver-red flowers. The old war enters on a drumbeat, but another rhythm waits beneath it. [Testimony I] Lyra, older now, and unchanged Eldrin welcome travelers to a sanctuary dedicated to healing disputes before they become wars. 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. [Gathering Storm] Time remains unequal, yet their love has filled it with chosen work, laughter, grief, and meaning rather than fear. If conscience is a wound, let it remain open until truth enters. [Anthem] Here iron learned at last to bloom Here love made windows out of ruin Though mortal flame and ageless tree Keep different time, they still are free Here iron learned at last to bloom Here love made windows out of ruin Though mortal flame and ageless tree Keep different time, they still are free [Testimony II] At sunset they hear children perform the complete ancient melody, and the Heartwell answers with a gentle green aurora. 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] One day her candle will grow quiet One day his road will bear that pain But every root their hands have planted Will speak her living name in rain 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 rusted swords form garden arches under roses; climb through the tension of time remains unequal, yet their love has filled it with chosen work, laughter, grief, and meaning rather than fear; let two guitar voices disagree, listen, and finally discover a shared phrase. [Anthem — Final] Here iron learned at last to bloom Here love made windows out of ruin Though mortal flame and ageless tree Keep different time, they still are free We will not feed tomorrow with the ashes of today. Here iron learned at last to bloom Here love made windows out of ruin Though mortal flame and ageless tree Keep different time, they still are free [Threshold] They sit where once the armies gathered Her silver hair against his shoulder No banner moves above the garden Only leaves, and peace growing older [Echo] rusted swords form garden arches under roses, and the old iron cage has become a trellis covered in silver-red flowers.
