

Three hundred ninety, the frequency is dialed in Tiguidou,
the calibration, where the clear sounds begin.
Lux in tenebris, the signal is stripped to the bone Dohaeris,
the sovereign, sitting on the throne.
He afinado el pulso,
j'ai calibré le pouls,
every vibration is new Je suis le Calibrage,
Tara,
the signal is finally true.
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 resonance is precise
Todo es balance, tout est équilibre,
I’ve paid the artist’s price.
The calibration is our kingdom,
Dohaeris is the gain
La Soberana sequence, washing away the stain.
C’est incroyable, mon accord 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 range
Non desperes... Dohaeris.
Vigilare... The Sovereign-Calibrator.
Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of the dial Cartographia,
invictus, vivre, every single mile.
The ritual is the tuning,
the click, the slide,
the soul
Manifesting the calibration, and making the fragments whole.
I tune 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.