CATENA NON MARCUM (THE AEGIS)

(Intro)

(Deep, rhythmic war drums. A low choir chanting in Latin: "Catena... Non... Marcum..." The sound of metal scraping against stone.)

(Verse 1)

I stand where the lightning refuses to dance.

To the Left of the Son. To the Right of the Light.

I am the Shadow that guards the Throne,

Flesh of the earth, and spirit of bone.

You see the Father? You see his Grace?

Le scar running down my face.

They hold the glory. They hold the plan.

I hold the line for the soul of Man.

(Chorus)

(Explosion of guitars. Heavy, slow, crushing tempo)

Raise the Shield! Let the mountains break!

I am the Promise that time cannot shake!

Catena Non Marcum! The Chain is whole!

From the Lion’s roar to the Stag’s pure soul!

Blood on the axe! Gold on the rim!

I face the dark so you look to Him!

Catena Non Marcum!

(Verse 2)

(Bass line drives hard. The lyrics snap like commands)

Look at the steel on my chest,

The Lion of Judah put to the test.

The Star and the Thorns—the price of the Crown,

(We don't bow up, and we don't bow down).

I carry the Rose where the ashes fall,

Love is the mortar that holds up the wall.

And down in the corner, where the dirt meets the hand...

The Hammer and Axe of the working man!

(Chorus)

(Full intensity)

Raise the Shield! Let the mountains break!

I am the Promise that time cannot shake!

Catena Non Marcum! The Chain is whole!

From the Lion’s roar to the Stag’s pure soul!

Blood on the axe! Gold on the rim!

I face the dark so you look to Him!

Catena Non Marcum!

(Bridge)

(Music drops to a whisper. The sound of a heartbeat. The choir rises.)

They call me Cael’tharion... Guardian of the Sky.

I am the Flame that refuses to die.

Old Norse blood through a Heavenly War.

I’m not fighting for peace... I’m fighting for MORE..

(Guitar Solo)

(Soaring, epic, melodic—sounding like a mix of a church organ and a chainsaw)

(Outro)

(Drums slow down to a march)

Let the Morning Star watch.

Let the void understand.

The Shield is heavy.

But steady is the hand.

(Whispered final line)

Catena Non Marcum.

(Heavy clang of the shield hitting the ground. Silence.)

(Male)