Lyric

The bells do not ring

Yet judgment awakens

In the marrow of night

March without thunder

Shadows aligned

No banner of mercy

No tremor of mind

We carve our silence

Across trembling stone

For beauty is sharpened

When flesh meets the throne

Our will is here now—

Silent as snowfall

Sanctions here and now—

Shame on your powerless power

Kneel to the velvet of endless black

The verdict descends and does not look back

Steel without fury

Grace without flame

We do not slaughter—

We sanctify pain

Ink made of crimson

Scripted in breath

Each name recited

A sonnet of death

No rage within us

No fevered cry

The blade is an artist

The canvas must die

Our will is here now—

Measured and holy

Sanctions here and now—

Perfectly still

One step

One pulse

One empire of will

Hear how the silence obeys

Hear how the darkness kneels

We are the choir of consequence

Kneel to the velvet of endless black

The verdict descends and does not look back

Order in shadow

Truth in disguise

We are the calm

Before justice flies

Beauty survives

When mercy is gone

Judgment…

Is art