

Three hundred ninety-seven, a blank
page in the air Tiguidou,
the manifest, a story written there.
Lux in tenebris, I choose the theme today Dohaeris,
the sovereign, and the words I mean to say.
He abierto un nuevo libro,
j'ai ouvert un nouveau livre,
the ink begins to flow Je suis le Manifeste,
Tara, and the plot begins to grow.
{match strike, page turn foley,
ambient breathing} [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.] {808
footsteps, tense string stabs} Everything is tiguidou,
when the story is my choice Todo es relato,
tout est récit, I’m finding a different voice.
The manifest is our kingdom,
Dohaeris is the theme
La Soberana sequence, the architect of the dream.
C’est incroyable, mon livre est l'art,
I’m crafting every part Cuando la música suena,
we’re the code in the beating heart.
{soaring cinematic strings, full band peak}
Right and write the code...
the beauty in the plot
Non desperes... Dohaeris.
Vigilare... The Sovereign-Writer.
Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of the page Cartographia,
invictus, vivre, I’m stepping on the stage.
The ritual is the drafting,
the click, the slide,
the soul Manifesting the manifest,
and making the fragments whole.
{clock-like foley clicks, building tension} Everything is tiguidou,
when the story is my choice Todo es relato,
tout est récit, I’m finding a different voice.
The manifest is our kingdom,
Dohaeris is the theme
La Soberana sequence, the architect of the dream.
{full arrangement return, string stabs,
vocal panning} I
write 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.
{pen tapping, fade with ambient breathing}