[Intro – Four voices awakening]
Born of light…
Born of silence…
Born of flame…
Born of ending…
We rise…
[Verse I]
From roots unseen beneath the sky,
Where ancient echoes never die,
Four forces breathed their will anew—
And from their pulse… the children grew.
No crown bestowed, no throne assigned,
Yet power carved in flesh and mind.
Each step they take, the world will feel—
The weight of truths no gods conceal.
[Pre-Chorus]
Not as rulers… not as slaves…
But as the storm the pillars gave…
Through blood and breath, through ash and bone—
They walk a path not yet their own.
[Chorus – EXPANSIVE, FOUR VOICES INTERWEAVE]
WE ARE THE CHILDREN—FORGED IN CORE!
Bound by truths from long before!
Light and shadow, flame and decay—
We carry what the gods can’t say!
WE ARE THE ECHO—WE ARE THE WILL!
Shaping worlds that won’t stand still!
From the root to skies above—
We are wrath… and we are love!
[Verse II – Divided voices]
Aether-born:
“I shine where darkness dares to grow,
A guiding force the lost may know.”
Nyx-born:
“I silence cries, I end the scream,
The calm within the breaking dream.”
Pyraxis-born:
“I burn the chains, I break the line,
No fate shall ever cage what’s mine!”
Verdalune-born:
“I take, I give, I end, I start—
The endless rhythm of the heart.”
[Pre-Chorus – Rising tension]
Four paths diverge, yet still they bind,
A fragile thread through space and time…
For should they clash… or lose their way—
The world itself may start to fray…
[Bridge – Ancient overlapping chant]
Lux genuit… umbra custodit…
Ignis surgit… terra revocat…
Quattuor anima… unum fatum…
Filia mundi… surgite… surgite…
[Voices overlap, tension builds]
[Breakdown – Quiet, ominous]
Are we saviors…
Or the end?
Are we balance…
Or pretend…
[Final Chorus – MAXIMUM CONFLICT + UNITY]
WE ARE THE CHILDREN—HEAR OUR NAME!
Born of order… born of flame!
If we fall or if we rise—
We decide the world’s demise!
WE ARE THE FRACTURE—WE ARE THE KEY!
Bound by fate yet striving free!
If the pillars ever break—
WE ARE THE CHOICE THE WORLD WILL TAKE!
[Outro – Fading, uncertain harmony]
Not yet gods…
Not yet gone…
We are dusk…
We are dawn…
And in our hands…
The truth will be—
What this world…
Was meant… to be.
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