The Sceptre

(Verse 1) Omahon sleeps, the heavenly blade Still sheathed within the vow of peace. No clash of steel, no call to war, Just silence holding what must be. (Pre-Chorus) No hand is raised, no crown is worn, The balance stands without a name. What waits in stillness knows its hour, Power unclaimed remains the same. (Chorus) RHUHR (prolonged rolled R, sustained vibration) rises, the living sceptre, Not raised to rule, but to align. It parts the dark by resonance, A measured pulse, a sovereign sign. (Verse 2) The sound divides what masks the real, A wordless truth begins to breathe. The breath then seals what sight reveals, No blade descends, no need to grieve. (Bridge) Respect stands first — no voice above, Each life intact, no need to prove. Humility bends without the knee, Strength that knows what not to be. Unité binds what was apart, Many breaths, a single heart. Honnêteté speaks clean and slow, No mask to wear, no role to show. Réalité remains, uncut, What is, is enough — no but. Virtues strike by standing still, The world is changed, yet none are blamed. (Final Chorus) RHUHR (rolled R, sustained) hums — the sceptre known, A law that moves without command. What falls away was never held, What stays is life, what stands is man. (Outro) Sheathed in peace, the blade remains. Awake in silence, order reigns.