The Dominium Turns

 

🎵 The Dominium Turns

Líricas:

The math is cooling in the tray,

We folded night into the day.

The blueprints burned to static lines,

A signal trapped in new designs.

Calibration complete,

The voltage is steady.

The architecture is breathing,

Are you ready?

Geometry locks,

The iron is cold,

The story is finished,

The future is old.

The hierarchy stands,

In the light of the grid.

The ghost are departed,

Is his, the ghost are departed,

The logic is his.

And long the rising,

The protocol seals.

The Dominium turns on its absolute wheels.

We are the pulse,

We are the steel.

We are the ones,

Who cleared the way.

Friction of flash,

Iron is cold.

Total recalibration.

The note is struck,

The loop is closed.

Fenito.