Mossbound Resonance

Amaravara mara vara, the shadows cast the line,

Dohaeris, I weave the architecture of the divine.

The machine bleeds rhythm,

the punk-pulse starts to bend,

Into the soft, ethereal dark where the jagged edges end.

Tout est tiguidou, the professional mask is worn,

Manifesting vision, as the hidden truth is born.

Anál nathrach, orth' bháis 's bethad,

do chél dénmha, Rising through the glass,

where the heavy secrets pass!

Tara est l'équilibre, in the alchemy of the line,

Fragile yet invincible, the outcome is divine.

Acoustic-marker set, the frequency is pure,

Tiguidou-status, the occult, self-designed cure!

Amaravara

mara vara, I’ve audited the flow,

Dohaeris, I master the shadows of the places that I go.

(Efficiency is total / The honesty is the ground) (The ritual is

sound / The silence is profound) I’m building the future,

following the light of my own sovereign star!

Anál nathrach, orth' bháis 's bethad,

do chél dénmha,

Synchronized.

Stabilized.

Tiguidou…

the operation is complete.

Tiguidou… the mission is a wild,

soaring, mystical feat.