Vagus Riot
Three hundred eighty-four,
the horizon opens wide Tiguidou,
the vista, with
the fear
left far behind. Lux in tenebris,
the light is at the edge Dohaeris,
the sovereign, standing on the ledge.
He buscado el horizonte,
j'ai cherché l'horizon, the view is finally true Je suis l'Horizon,
Tara, and the world is starting new.
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.
Everything is tiguidou, when the distance is my own
Todo es vasto, tout est vaste,
no longer walking alone.
The horizon is our kingdom,
Dohaeris is the light La Soberana sequence,
everything is bright. C’est incroyable,
mon horizon est l'art,
I’m crafting every part Cuando la música suena,
we’re the code in the beating heart.
Right and write the code...
the beauty in the view
Non desperes... Dohaeris.
Vigilare... The Sovereign-Seer.
Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of dawn
Cartographia, invictus, vivre, all the weight is gone.
The ritual is the horizon,
the click, the slide,
the soul Manifesting the horizon,
and making the fragments whole.
I see 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.
Quinn. Tiguidou.