

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.
{Vocal: Whispered, breathy, layered with binaural-beat shimmer} 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!
{Vocal: Multi-tracked chants, choral-layers panned wide} {distorted guitar-feedback morphing into cello-resonance} 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!
{Vocal: Low-register, guttural, authoritative} {industrial-hammer percussion,
heartbeat-piano, meow-click ritual-bell}
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. {Vocal: Ritual-chant fading into white noise} {final meow-click echoed
by deep resonant gong,
silence}