Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
I have outlived the language that they used to speak my name,
watched the candles drown in cathedrals I helped raise.
My grandsire taught me hunger, and the bloodline taught me time —
a thousand years of evening, and the moon still answers mine.
You call it cruelty, mortal? I have buried gentler kings.
I learned what lasts, and love was never one of those things.
[Pre-Chorus]
So don't come to me for kindness. Come and learn the law:
the dark must have its measure, and the dawn must have its draw.
[Chorus]
I built a god to guard the herd I feed upon,
an angel for the cattle, a silver guardian dawn.
Not for love, not for mercy — for the balance of it all,
so the night would never starve, and the light would never fall.
Remember this when you curse me: I am older than mercy,
and balance is the only god I serve.
[Verse 2]
On Zendikar we bound them — three of us against the deep,
the Eye, the hedron prison, the titans laid to sleep.
An old ally came to warn me when the seals began to fray;
I weighed her against the order, and I turned her grief away.
I drink, and you grow weaker; I decide what you have left.
I have set a kingdom's lifespan with the calm of a held breath.
[Pre-Chorus]
You think me a monster. I think myself a wall —
the last thing left still standing when the hungers come to call.
[Chorus]
I built a god to guard the herd I feed upon,
an angel for the cattle, a silver guardian dawn.
Not for love, not for mercy — for the balance of it all,
so the night would never starve, and the light would never fall.
Remember this when you curse me: I am older than mercy,
and balance is the only god I serve.
[Bridge]
She came back as the fire. She came back as the sky.
Emrakul over Innistrad, and my angel cracked the lie.
I do not ask forgiveness — that's a coin I never carried.
But I have walked the ash of every promise I have buried.
[Bridge build]
And still I'd weigh it cold again, I'd choose the scale once more —
for someone has to count the cost the merciful ignore.
[Final Chorus]
I built a god to guard the herd I feed upon,
and watched her turn to judgment when my patience was gone.
Not for love, not for mercy — for the balance of it all,
I will stand against the morning, and I'll stand against the fall.
Remember this when you curse me: I am older than mercy,
and balance is the only god I serve.
[Outro]
A thousand years of evening.
The moon still answers mine.
