🎵 Goodnight Vasco
Líricas:
The geometry is breathing low.
Gémea draws the silence in,
Tracing lines across the floor.
The hardened cut is a soft pulse now.
The hardened cut is a soft pulse now.
Somnus finds the hollow rim,
Where the architecture ends,
And rest begins.
Stolen ghost,
We are one.
Rest in the heart of the void.
The latent sleeps in silver light,
Until the morning is won.
Until the morning is won.
No more pressure,
No more friction.
The Dominium holds its breath.
I watch the architecture sleep.
Everything is still.
Goodnight, Vasco.
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