Glass Horizon

Anáil nathrach, ortha bháis is beatha,

do chéal déanaimh...

Working through the static,

trying to build a solid base,

Trading heavy shadows for a clean,

victorious face. The financial need for peace when the system builds a

wall, Refusing to be buried and refusing there to fall.

Amara vara mara vara vara...

Dohaeris to the struggle,

to the weight we leave behind,

Cashing in the chaos for the peace we mean to find.

Un suave, echoing meaw meaw meaw scratching softly on the gold.

¡Cuídate! We’re taking home the gold this time!

I hate that I hate me,

y luego I love that I hate me,

I hate that I love me,

turning pain into the money!

Saying something real, breaking out of every ghost,

Claiming every trophy, rising up to rule the most!

How do I build a life and prove the critics all are

fools? Securing up the bag,

rewriting all the financial rules!

Anáil nathrach! Amara vara mara!

Apeiron, chaos, the universe is ours to pass,

We are taking every crown and shining through the glass!

Meaw meaw meaw in a high-speed digital shriek,

While the old economy begins to bend and leak!

Not a burden to the world,

but an architect of grace,

We have earned our freedom,

we have claimed our rightful place.

If nothing matters, then we choose to build it bright and bold,

Turning every scar we carry straight into pure gold.

Anáil nathrach, ortha bháis is beatha,

do chéal déanaimh. Amara vara mara vara vara.

Dohaeris.

Meaw meaw meaw...

resting back in the absolute,

triumphant light.