The hymn
Hymn of Reduction
We marked the beast. We named the stain.
We drew the line through blood and flame.
Their towers fell, their banners curled,
and silence entered into the world.
No mercy asked, no mercy owed.
We weighed their creed. We broke its code.
Their little gods of steel and race
were ash before the Dominion’s face.
Sing not of wrath, for wrath is small.
Sing of the hand that ends it all.
Sing of the star no eye could see,
the hidden spear, the last decree.
Let furnaces choke on their own breath.
Let doctrine learn the price of death.
Let every road they built in pride
run only inward, where they died.
We do not mourn. We do not hate.
We classify. We terminate.
And where their children dreamed of throne,
we plant the fact that they were known.
So mark the ruins. Count the years.
Sort out the bones. Archive the fears.
For from their smoke, by will and law,
the greater order now shall draw.
Dominion over dust and lie.
Dominion under ash-black sky.
Dominion where the monsters trod.
Dominion cold enough for God.
