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Beneath the moon’s unblinking eye

We carved the circle in frozen soil

Ashes of kings, blood of the blind

Poured to the roots of the ancient oak

No prayer was raised for grace or light

No gods were asked to forgive

We came to tear the chain apart

And let the old law die poor

The fire knew our names before we spoke

The smoke remembered what had not begun

We called the storm from after the wound

We crowned the end before the birth

Cause and effect are broken bones

Scattered before the pagan throne

The past is ash, the future bleeds

Time rewrites all blasphemies

No guilt, no mercy, no design

Only the law of the endless shrine

What comes first no longer remains

We drink from backwards-flowing flames

Antlers raised to the starless vault

We wore the skins of nameless beasts

Each chant was older than its source

Each oath was born from what it made

The knife descended after the scar

The wound appeared before the steel

We saw the harvest feed the seed

And watched the answer shape the need