[Intro — distorted guitar, frantic, chaotic pulse]
[Verse 1 — battle chaos, Lust hitting the camp] The meeting broke at dusk They scattered to their posts By the time the fire came Half the camp had turned to ghosts Not dead — still breathing Still moving through the dark But the hands were wrong And the eyes had lost their mark
[Pre-Chorus] Something moved between them Something wrapped in what they need The kind of weapon That doesn’t break the door — It opens up the creed
[Chorus — heavy, raw, full band] Not rage Not cold This one gets inside Not sword Not fire This one makes you choose a side Not the ones you face But the ones beside your door The Lust in us Is easier to feed than war
[Verse 2 — Elara and the First Fallen Knight, unaffected] She held the line beside him The Knight who still had kind eyes Whatever moved through all the rest Passed through them Like it recognized The ones already given The ones who made their war a vow Lust found no opening in them — They had already answered how
[Pre-Chorus 2] Then the Nun stepped forward Where none had right to stand Drew something from the silence Like pulling thread from sand
[Chorus 2] Not rage Not cold This one gets inside Not sword Not fire This one makes you choose a side Not the ones you face But the ones beside your door The Lust in us Is easier to feed than war
[Bridge — stripped, sacred, the ritual] She didn’t speak She didn’t have to Every soldier who had turned Went still One word From somewhere old And Lust moved somewhere else instead
But the cost — She had always known the cost
(She falls.)
[Post-Bridge — near silence, The Nun falls] She held her while she fell No words for this A woman who crossed a siege To do what no one asked What no one knew to ask
Lust offers the trade — The Nun returned For only her.
She refused.
And then she was gone.
[Outro] The Nun’s hand had opened. A ring. A folded note.
She had written that the name at the top Was not the Order’s. Was not the church’s.
She had worn something once Around her neck Long ago In a different life
She had thrown it away.
Now it was this.
A ring. One of two she says.
Whatever that meant.