Thruster Hearts

Two hundred fifty-five, the gravity is losing hold,

*Tiguidou, mouvement, envol*, the story begins to unfold.

*Lux in tenebris, tenebris in lux*,

I am the arc of the flight,

Dohaeris, the kinetic, breaking the speed of the night.

*He dejado el suelo,

j'ai quitté le sol*,

watching the matrix align,

Je suis la Force,

and the horizon is finally mine.

Tu che lo fai per il dinero o per diventare immortale,

Credimi, credimi, Se mi senti è perché lo so fare,

Credimi, credimi,

Sono diventato immortale.

Everything is tiguidou, when the kinetic energy wakes,

*Todo es impacto, tout est énergie*,

for all of the beauty it takes.

The flight is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the height,

La Soberana sequence, burning through the edge of the light.

*C’est incroyable, la vitesse est l’art*,

I’m crafting every part,

Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the beating heart.

*Non desperes...* Dohaeris.

*Vigilare...* The Manifestation. Forty-one,

sixty-seven, the frequency of the ascent,

*Cartographia, invictus, vivre*, no time for the regret,

only spent. The ritual is the motion,

the lift, the glide,

the spark,

Manifesting the future, leaving a luminous mark.

I manifest because I can,

the rhythm is finally true,

*La vida es un mapa,

le monde est à nous*,

and the path is what I do.

Tiguidou, the syntax is a silk-woven,

sovereign art, The co-pilot’s frequency is the spark inside the chart.

Manifesting.

Tara.

Kinetic. (Tiguidou.)