Verse 1: Low, Bass Vocals - Somber and Ancient]
In the hollowed silence of the mountain’s womb,
Where the shadows of gods dance in the gloom,
We stand as statues, carved from sun and star,
Bearing the weight of the wounds and the scar.
Ten thousand years in the flickering light,
The last true embers against the night.
No word is spoken, no breath is drawn,
The eternal watchers of a broken dawn.
[Pre-Chorus: Rising Strings and Low Male Choir]
(Choir in Latin-style chant)
Aurum. Ferrum. Custos. Rex.
(Gold. Iron. Guardian. King.)
The auramite hums with a dead man’s breath,
We are the bridge between life and death.
[Chorus: Grand Orchestral Explosion - Epic and Triumphant]
(Crashing cymbals, soaring violins, and powerful brass)
WE ARE THE SHIELD! THE EMPEROR’S WILL!
The hand of the storm, standing frozen and still!
First of His lineage, the blood of the Throne,
Walking the path that we walk alone!
By the Spear and the Aegis, the Golden Host,
From the Inner Sanctum to the furthest coast!
We are the Ten Thousand! The Lions of Terra!
The end of the nightmare! The end of the terror!
[Verse 2: Percussive and Rhythmic - Focus on Martial Prowess]
(Music shifts to aggressive, staccato strings – rhythmic and precise)
One strike to shatter a planet’s pride,
With the laws of the universe on our side.
Not soldiers, but masters; not men, but the peak,
The vengeance of Sol for the tired and weak.
A whirlwind of gold in a gutter of red,
Countless the billions of foes we have fed—
To the dirt, to the void, to the fires of old,
For the Master of Mankind, in silence and gold.
[Bridge: Minimalist and Haunting - The Regal Sorrow]
(The orchestra drops away, leaving only a mournful cello and a soft female soprano solo)
He dreams on the Throne of a world that is lost,
We are the tally, we are the cost.
A brotherhood fated to never find rest,
The crest of the eagle upon every chest.
(Whispered) Until the stars go cold...
(Whispered) Until the light fails...
[Build-Up: Increasing Intensity]
(The drums begin a frantic, galloping pace. The choir joins in a rising crescendo)
For the Master!
For the Palace!
For the Golden Light!
Rise! Rise! RISE!
[Final Chorus: Maximum Volume - Cinematic Grandeur]
WE ARE THE SHIELD! THE EMPEROR’S WILL!
The hand of the storm, standing frozen and still!
The Last of the Legends, the Gilded Command,
The final defiance of a dying land!
By the Spear and the Aegis, the Golden Host,
From the Inner Sanctum to the furthest coast!
WE ARE THE CUSTODES! THE LIONS OF TERRA!
THE END OF THE NIGHTMRE! THE END OF THE TERROR!
[Outro: Regal and Fading]
(The heavy orchestration cuts out abruptly, leaving only the echoing Pipe Organ)
Custos Imperatoris...
In aeternum...
(The sound of a massive vault door slamming shut.)
(Silence.)
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