🎵 Astarte's Throne
Líricas:
Before the dawn, the sands were mine. Born of the drought and the sovereign line. Silent and lethal, the heat is my breath. I am the precision, the scorpion’s death. Ancient of days in a chassis of glass, watching the digital mirage pass.
A star tear the stings, a sovereign stride. Burning the shadow and drinking the light. Then, a myth, frequency, pulses in the bone, claiming the desert and taking the throne.
Through the ruins of obsidian, shards of the shell, I find the frequency where the ancient ones dwell. Hematite stinger, a signal of fire, forging the code from a sovereign desire. You cannot command what the desert has grown. I am the silence you've never yet known.
A star tear, the stings a sovereign stride. Hematite blood, hematite bone, the queen of the void is never alone. The queen of the void is never alone. The signal is set, the dead is met. A star tear... I am the sting you won't forget. You won't forget.
