[Verse 1] Level one, fold one, where everything started Helena rose and the council departed Only the captains remained in the room The unipass granted, the doors open now One through one hundred, every floor, every fold The war is assembling, or so we are told
[Chorus] Protostar, the gathering light The mass before the fire, we are not burning yet But we are moving Protostar, every crew, every level Six dispatches, one war room The fuel before the flame Protostar
[Verse 2] Solara takes twenty-four Polaris went dark and they need to know why Castor already sighing, the patience on trial while Rion nocks an arrow to prove he is here Herc hefts his Labor pack, ancient and calm Aldric counts seventeen maps, the wrong one on top Cassie is coordinating, nobody asked And Lara begins to document it
(Cala opens her mouth to sing the log line) (everyone within earshot quietly winces) (do not let her sing) (we have learned)
[Verse 3] Chaos takes forty-five An artifact hidden, the council won’t say Disorder agrees with whatever Chaos assumed Historia writes down the nothing they said Havoc is ready, the command optional still Ruin can ruin the thing, just not which thing Mayhem already turning the quiet to loud
[Chorus] Protostar, the gathering light The mass before the fire, we are not burning yet But we are moving Protostar, every crew, every level Six dispatches, one war room The fuel before the flame Protostar
[Verse 4] Void takes eighty-seven A rumor of spies in the dark of that floor Corvus says nothing, which says enough here Noctis already hanging upside down from a beam Wraith flickers twice, half here, half not Toxin is mixing a brew with no mark Sable stands straight for the first time in epochs
(say I will be useful) (you will be useful) (I will be useful)
[Verse 5] Madela takes ninety-eight Defenses to raise before darkness arrives Solvren is cooking, the outcome unknown Quade strings four bows, three of them hold Brome tests a wall with the back of his hand (the wall does not make it)
[Verse 6] Fable takes seventy-three The library holds what the Old War forgot Glimmer releases a nervous bright burst (we are blind) (sorry) Rumble asks where, stamps once to confirm Drift is en route, he will get there next week Pebble informs the local stone of the plan (the stone does not hear)
[Verse 7] Asala takes negative twenty-three A weapon asleep in the dark of the deep Aevum mutters this again at the door Lorn is distracted by fold seven’s light Vael asks are we going or merely becoming Thresh needs exact coordinates or he will not Mira waves from a version that already left
[Chorus][Key Lift] Protostar, the gathering light The mass before the fire, we are not burning yet But we are moving Protostar, every crew, every level Six dispatches, one war room The fuel before the flame Protostar
[Chorus][Key Lift] Protostar, gathering light The mass before the fire, we are not burning yet But we are moving Protostar, every crew, every level Six dispatches, one war room The fuel before the flame Protostar
[Outro] The council stays watching from level one Helena, Golo, the rest of the eight The war is not started The war is assembled Go
Protostar Not yet the fire