[Intro]
[The five-note motif plays once; the expected final resolving chord does not arrive.]
No second bridge. No altered dead.
No stolen childhood in our stead.
No cleaner past beneath the skin.
We take the road we chose within.

[Verse 1]
The nameless mage drew circles in chalk,
Mapped every payment, each victory’s walk.
Mara’s missing mercy, Brunna’s missing bond,
Ten years taken from the valley beyond.
Veyr’s shortened future, the names from the wall—
Each second decision had widened the call.
“The dice are not hungry for blood by itself.
They feed when we reach for another world’s shelf.”

[Pre-Chorus]
[Tomas]
“Every revision gives the buried god form.
Every regret puts another hand warm.
It cannot command us, compel us or win—
It only grows strong when we throw once again.”

[Chorus]
We will not roll again, not for mercy, not for might,
Not to trade another cradle for an easier fight.
Let the consequence remain; let the honest woond begin.
We will carry what we caused. We will not roll again.
No silver number owns the courage in our hands;
We choose one road together, and together that road stands.

[Verse 2]
Lark found the pattern his false rhymes concealed:
Five names freely offered would fasten the seal.
Not names ripped away by a fortunate cast,
But names laid down willingly, binding first to last.
Brunna could surrender her bloodline and clan,
Mara her title, Veyr every unspent span.
Lark would give songs; the young mage his flame—
Five living choices where the dice demanded game.

[Pre-Chorus]
They wrapped the red bones in Mara’s cracked shield,
Bound them with wire from Brunna’s axe field.
No blessing was spoken, no promise of gain—
Only five voices accepting the pain.

[Chorus]
We will not roll again, not for mercy, not for might,
Not to trade another cradle for an easier fight.
Let the consequence remain; let the honest woond begin.
We will carry what we caused. We will not roll again.
No silver number owns the courage in our hands;
We choose one road together, and together that road stands.

[Instrumental]
[All five voices sing the unresolved motif in unison while guitars hold a single marching chord.]

[Bridge]
[Mara]
“I give the rank I failed to wear.”
[Brunna]
“My father’s line ends in my care.”
[Lark]
“Take every song that remembers my face.”
[Veyr]
“Take the few dawns left in their place.”
[Narrator]
The nameless mage touched the white wooden fox:
[Tomas]
“I give what remains when the final door locks.”

[Buildup]
No die hit the table. No number appeared.
For once, the red corners were silent—and feared.
They marched for the capital, smoke on the plain,
Five choices made once and not chosen again.

[Final Chorus]
We will not roll again, though the dead god offers peace,
Though it shows us every sorrow and the hour when sorrows cease.
Let the nineteen haunt the river; let the stolen years remain.
We will answer every consequence without exporting pain.
No silver number owns the courage in our hands;
We choose one road together, and together that road stands.
Roll once for glory was the lie that drew us in—
Now glory is refusing. We will not roll again.

[Outro]
The dice struck softly inside the shield,
But no living hand allowed them field.
Five walked east beneath a copper sky;
One road, one ending, no second try.
