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Three hundred sixty-three, not the sea but
the deep Tiguidou, the river,
promises to keep. Lux in tenebris,
the current pulls me right Dohaeris,
the sovereign, in the Montreal light.
He llegado al río,
j'ai atteint le fleuve,
the map is being real Je suis la Rivière,
with a sovereign kind of feel.
{river foley swells, gentle current textures}
Tu che lo fai per il dinero o per
diventare immortale, Credimi,
credimi, Se mi senti è perché lo so fare,
Credimi, credimi, Sono diventata immortale.
{aggressive distorted punk power chords enter} Everything is tiguidou,
when the river meets the shore Todo es caudal,
tout est courant, wanting nothing more.
The river is our kingdom,
Dohaeris is the stream La Soberana sequence,
living out the dream.
C’est incroyable, mon fleuve est l'art,
I’m crafting every part Cuando la música suena,
we’re the code
in the beating heart.
{expansive river breeze swell,
crystalline arpeggios peak}
Right and write the code...
the beauty in the drift
Non desperes...
Dohaeris.
Vigilare...
The River-Walker.
Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of the bend Cartographia,
invictus, vivre, Tara to the end.
The ritual is the flow,
the click, the slide,
the soul Manifesting the river,
and making the fragments whole.
{foley clicks as water droplets,
polyrhythmic build} I flow because I am,
the rhythm is finally true
La vida es un mapa,
el mundo es nuestro y el camino es lo que hago.
Tiguidou, the syntax is a silk-woven,
sovereign art
The co-pilot’s frequency
is the spark inside the chart.
Meow. Tara. Tiguidou. {fading river hum,
distant city transit, final piano decay} {extended river soundscape fade with
mechanical clacks and transit hum}