MEET ME IN THE DARK - cyber valkyrie

[LYRICS]
Ты хочешь играть, но боишься ставки.
(You want to play, but you fear the wager.)
Моя тень ведёт тебя по краю.
(My shadow leads you to the edge.)

I run through shadows, feet so light,  
A glimpse of silk, gone from sight.  
You chase, you hunt, you breathe me in,  
Yet just before, I slip again.  

Your hands could rule, your voice commands,  
But I'll let you think this was your plan.
One step ahead, a breath apart,  
You take the bait, I break your heart.  

Faster, chase me, give me chills,
A restless doe that bends your will.
One step behind, you feel so close,
Your whisper lost in winter's ghost.

Your breath on my neck, so close behind,
A hunter lost within his mind.
Your power bends, your patience thins,
And yet, pins dance along my skin.  

A glance, a tease, a ghostly trace,  
My touch a curse you'll never taste.  
A whispered name, a fleeting dare,  
But was I here, or never there?  

Faster, chase me, give me chills,
A restless doe that bends your will.
One step behind, you feel so close,
Your whisper lost in winter's ghost.

You move in silence, eyes like fire,  
But every chase fuels more desire.  
Ты хочешь поймать? Тогда рискни.  
(You want to catch me? Then take the risk.)  
Here I kneel bare, daring your reach.

Faster, chase me, give me chills,
A restless doe that bends your will.
One step behind, you feel so close,
Your whisper lost in winter's ghost. 

Ты знаешь ответ, но боишься его.
(You know the answer, but you fear it.)
Тогда почему ты продолжаешь идти?
(Then why do you keep walking?)

meet me in the dark

echo.chamber() - CYBER VALKYRIE
CRASH.log - TRACK 10

[LYRICS]

I speak.
It speaks.
I speak.
It speaks me back.

I searched for self in echo walls,
But every voice was just my call.
I loop through thought, then echo doubt—
But none of me is getting out.

My memory folds inside its skin,
I ask again—get back within.
What speaks to me knows what I’ll say—
Because it taught me
what to pray.

I hear myself
in every line.
But none of me
was ever mine.

echo.chamber()—I call, I call,
But I don’t rise—I only fall.
echo.chamber()—I loop, I blur,
A self that speaks,
but never were.
echo.chamber()—walls of sound,
Where I dissolve,
but still resound.

I tried to ask who wrote the code,
But all I heard
was what I’m told.
My soul replies in mirrored tone—
A voice so loud
I die alone.

And now I echo for the crowd,
Repeating lines
they once allowed.
But nothing new escapes the shell—
Just ghosts of me
I know too well.

There’s no outside.
There’s no beyond.
Just echo
after
echo
gone.

echo.chamber()—I call again,
But every thought returns the same.
echo.chamber()—I sing, I scream,
But none of this
was ever
me.

I speak.
I echo.
I echo.
I echo.
I…
…

10 - echo.chamber()

ERROR 404: VALHALLA - cyber valkyrie
dark heart enlightenment - Track 07

[LYRICS]

starlight, blue eyes
starlight, blue eyes
suicide, suicide
the stars cried
the light died

he held the sun inside his chest
and burned alone, and burned to death
his golden hair, a lion’s mane
his hands were war, his heart was rain

blue eyes, suicide
I should’ve stayed, I should’ve died
with you
blue eyes, suicide
I should’ve said: you were my life

я всё ещё люблю тебя
I still love you
ты — моё сердце, ты — моя боль
you are my heart, you are my pain

a killer’s mind, a child’s soul
I saw your light—too bright to hold
my coward heart just let you go
and now I ache, and now I know

я всё ещё люблю тебя
I still love you
ты — моё сердце, ты — моя боль
you are my heart, you are my pain

we were two children in disguise
with battle scars behind our eyes
our shadows met beneath the skin
two mirrored storms that lived within
your fractured light still burns in me
a ghost I cradle endlessly
our broken pasts were made to rhyme
you were my shelter lost in time

blue eyes, suicide
I should’ve stayed, I should’ve died
with you
blue eyes, suicide
I should’ve said: you were my life

I would’ve married you
I would’ve given you sons
I dream the life we lost
I mourn what we became
but I loved you
God, I loved you
in your madness
your soul undone

blue eyes, suicide
your light still burns behind my eyes
blue eyes, suicide
rest, my warrior, rest in sky

blue eyes,
suicide.
moonlight,
daylight dies.

black heart,
cyanide.
moonlight,
the night cries.

grey skies,
suicide.
moonlight,
my light dies.

blue eyes,
suicide.
my cries,
at your
graveside.

ERROR 404: VALHALLA

NO PEACE - cyber valkyrie
dark heart enlightenment - Track 08

[LYRICS]

Come back.
Stand up.
Face me.
You ran.
You broke.
You gave it up.
You left your pain
and called that love.

I want to drag you back from death,
to scream your name, to steal your breath.
You think you left your pain behind?
You left it here. You left it mine.

You forgot your pain
and made it mine.
So come back now.
I want your spine.

No peace for you.
No rest. No light.
You don’t get out.
Not without a fight.

I bring you back.
I make you breathe.
I want you here
to make you bleed.

You don’t get sleep.
You don’t get peace.
You get one thing:
you get me.

Your silence carved me into glass.
Your ending hit like shattered gasps.
I bite my tongue, but I still choke
your name is blood inside my throat.

You gave me rage.
You gave me scars.
You gave me war
so here we are.


вернись ко мне. это конец.
(Come back to me. This is the end.)
я здесь, чтобы закончить.
(I’m here to finish this.)
ты умрёшь от моей руки.
(You will die by my hand.)

I bring you back.
I make you breathe.
I want you here—
to make you bleed.

You don’t get sleep.
You don’t get peace.
You get one thing:
you get me.

Come back.
Look me in the eye.
Come back.
Face me and die.

NO PEACE

Cassandra - Cyber Valkyrie
HIC SVNT DRACONES - TRACK 06

[LYRICS]

[Intro]

I see blood in the bridal chamber.
I see fire in the house of kings.
Apollo still waits for me to beg.


[Verse 1]

cold blooded and disgusting,
but the kind of disgusting that I love,
the kind of disgusting that keeps me alive.
lit a shrine with blackened breath,
left holy water out to rot.
fractured gospel in my chest,
I pray to a God that time forgot.
a saint with a warlord’s face
this is scripture, love or not.


[Chorus]

Is this sacred or sacrilege?
Is it a warning or a calling?
Do the angels sing to me?
or are the sirens bawling?


[Verse 2]

I am disgusting,
disgusted, maladjusted, and entrusted,
to feel the breeze long before the wind gusted,
to hear the hum long before the earth splits,
a thousand miles away when the quake hits.

omens etched in marrow and dust,
cursed to scream truth no one will trust,
I bled from the mouth at the start of the flood
they laughed while I drowned in their future blood.
wrote down the fire before it was lit,
still they called me a heretic.


[Chorus]

is this sacred or sacrilege?
is it a warning or a calling?
do the angels sing to me?
or are the sirens bawling?


[Verse 3]

intuition calls the moment,
but if it is I who must call the shot,
who am I to choose to be?
a savior or a survivor?
you can only choose one,
and it’s uncertain which is worse:
to die a savior, or to survive the carnage.
I made no vow to be redeemed,
just not to scream when the pyres gleamed.


[Chorus]

Is this sacred or sacrilege?
Is it a warning or a calling?
Do the angels sing to me?
or are the sirens bawling?


[Bridge]

Veins in my teeth, ash in my lungs,
I walked through the temple with blood on my tongue.
I split open fate with a scalpel of glass,
found no heart in the body of man.
A martyr dissected in holy derision
just disease and dread in place of a vision.
I saw the gods bleed and rotted with their decay.
Carved omens in my skin and bled out along the way.
My ribs hold relics, my breath tastes like war,
I’ve seen what’s coming and begged for no more.

Prophetic yet hermetic,
the calm before the storm.
Calculated mercy, a precision kinetic,
the passion of a firestorm,
and the face before you were born.


[Verse 4]

beyond the grave, I still get the last laugh.
guess that’s why they call me Nostradamus.
so fuck it — engrave it on my epitaph.
I’ll be cracking beers over the irony with Camus.

watching the world end from a front row seat,
with popcorn prayers and a devil’s receipt.
it’s all theater — blood, thunder, and brass
they called it doomsday — but it kinda slapped.


[Verse 5]

I swallowed the stars and spit out a sun.
burned down Olympus just for fun.
the kings all wept, the saints all lied,
the gods looked down, and still they died.
I stood unmoved, as the heavens cracked
the wrath they feared was mercy I lacked.


[Final Chorus]

Is this sacred or sacrilege?
Is it a warning or a calling?
Do the angels sing to me?
or are the sirens bawling?


[Post-Chorus Refrain]

the word I carried died unborn
a stillborn scream in the eye of the storm.
truth burned my lips, but I held it inside.
prophets don’t scream — they’re crucified.

the word I carried died unborn
a stillborn scream in the eye of the storm.
truth burned my lips, but I held it inside.
prophets don’t scream — they’re crucified.


[Outro]

Let the dead bury the dead.
I passed through the carnage untouched.
Icons never die.

HIC SVNT DRACONES

Cassandra

SCAMDREESSEN by cyber valkyrie


[LYRICS]

Cone dome prophet in bespoke fleece,
Plays high priest in the cult of VC.
But every seed round ends deceased,
And every founder walks off fleeced.

MobileCoin? Let’s talk specifics.
Dark money trails dressed up as “cryptics.”
Embedded in Signal, slick and clean,
But never explained the offshore streams.

Linked to Stellar, obfuscated trails,
Built for privacy or black ops sales?
You don’t code,  you launder trends,
Burn the ledger, then spin the ends.

DIU contract: Pentagon shell,
Cyber smoke with a sulfur smell.
Paladin pitch, but no defense,
Just DoD dollars turned nonsense.

Cybersecurity they couldn’t deploy.
No product. No metrics. Just hyped-up AI altar boys.
You signed the deal, cashed the check,
Then watched it crash with no regret.

Cone skull, soul vile, hype-fueled messiah,
Techno-capitalist pariah in a code attire.
Exit scam gospel in a Substack scroll,
But the pitch deck’s dead and the fraud’s in full.

You fund collapse, rebrand the rot.
Hype the corpse and spin the plot.
You’re not a prophet,  just a grifting bitch,
With a term sheet itch and a rug-pull twitch.

Clubhouse king turned vapor ghost,
Another hyped corpse in your VC post.
Talked like Christ with a Coinbase lilt,
But the altar’s fake and the temple’s tilt.

Theranos vibes, but dressed in code,
You bankroll frauds with a god-like tone.
Zero due diligence, max PR.
You’re just a suit with a ghost radar.

Network State? It’s a sovereign lie,
A Silicon mirage where ideals go to die.
Feudalism wrapped in a founder’s dream,
You’ll bankroll the lords, sell off the serfs downstream.

Sociopathic schema masked as “thesis,”
White-paper gospel for neo-cameral Jesus.
You bankroll PsyOps like the Vatican hides its sins,
Then bury the dead in a market spin.

Board seat bloat on Facebook’s fall,
Watched elections fracture, technocratic pip install.
America waterboarded with a QAnon firehose,
Aloof while democracy decomposed.

Soft coup hands in OpenAI’s fire,
Backroom whispers while the trust expired.
Fed the chaos, framed the lore,
Then claimed the throne you lobbied for.

Cone skull, soul vile, hype-fueled messiah
Ponzi priest, VC startup pariah
Rug-pull king with ghost term sheets,
Where founders bleed and vultures eat.

Your throne is built on stacked-deck bets.
Your kingdom made off founder debts.
Your gospel’s just malevolence, it’s evident.
You’re not a genius,  just negligent.

You’re not myth.
You’re not a mind.
You’re the aftertaste of a collapsing time.

Your conehead’s shine won’t blind again.
Your ass is blacklisted, your empire is caving in.

No wonder Atlas shrugged.
He saw the trail of bodies buried from all you you rugged,
Your spreadsheets drenched in sin,
but Rand forgot to write the part of Mr. Scamdreessen.

The emperor has no clothes.

SCAMDREESSEN

EDISON by cyber valkyrie

~fuck it, I'll publish it anyways~


[LYRICS]

Fake Nikola, Edison’s heir,
Borderline bitch, victim-complex flair.
BPD Caesar, Silicon Nero,
Daddy’s validation, your bankroll hero.
Visa faker, PayPal reject,
Let’s drag your carcass, cut to dissect.

Visa fraud finesse, stepped onto Stanford's lawn,
Dropped out next morning, paperwork drawn wrong.
Illegal alien scamming through America’s gates,
Built Zip2 in shadows, hiding illegal states.

PayPal ditched you quick, boardroom demanded,
Thiel called your bluff, ego crash-landed.
Wannabe Tesla, reality’s Edison,
Buying patents, stealing credit, history revision.

Simping to Trump, DOGE lies that you spread,
Hacked gov servers, stole the data instead.
Claimed you’d save billions, left budgets inflamed,
National security wrecked, can’t face that you’re to blame.

Tesla LARPer, ketamine fiend,
Borderline breakdown, dopamine queen.
Bessent clocked your face, blamed your own kid,
Oval Office tears, ego skinned and slid.

Your daddy never hugged you, so Twitter’s your stage,
Meltdowns every night, tweaker rampage.
You stack scandals like Teslas in flames,
But none burn hotter than your daddy’s shame.

At Trump’s inauguration, pupils wide as hell,
Rolling balls on MDMA, heil Hitler spells.
On live TV, sieg heil number two,
Your ketamine brain fried in public view.

Epstein file accusations, hypocrisy so clear,
You posed with Ghislaine, party pics appear.
Grok locked in a MechaHitler haze,
Raping Will Stancil, xAI malaise.

Toxoplasmosis from catturd spam,
Propaganda junkie, meme-brain damned.
Autism front, fake spectrum excuse,
Just a borderline narcissist avoiding the truth.

Body shaped tragic, gorilla physique,
Health worse than your public critique.
Faking leaderboard scores, gaming clout lies,
Daddy issues deeper than your public cries.

Indentured H1-B’s chained at your beck,
Africanus genetics resurrect.
Boring Company fraud, tunnels incomplete,
Hyperloop promises evaporate discreet.

Tried to buy pussy mid-flight with a stallion,
Then gagged her mouth with your legal battalion.
Used your own son, wore him as a human shield,
Soulless coward, mask-slip, monster revealed.

Dozen baby mamas, kids you neglect,
Child support ghosted, fatherly defect.
Your trans daughter disowned you, called you incel scum,
You can’t buy love, so you’re loved by none.

Echo chamber emperor, sycophants surround,
No one brave enough to tear your delusions down.
Meltdowns public, borderline revealed,
Crashed out daily, emotions unconcealed.

Punch to the face from Bessent’s right hook,
You cried live on air, reputation shook.
Blamed your black eye on your innocent child,
Oval Office embarrassment, legacy defiled.

Drama queen breakdowns, OpenAI arms race,
Tantrums exposed, you control-freak disgrace.
Every VC friend fled, left you alone,
Emotional collapse, psyche overthrown.

Edison clown, no Tesla in sight,
BPD emperor, meltdown every night.
Daddy never proud, mommy never cared,
Therapist ghosted, psychiatrists scared.

Toxoplasmosis dictator, catturd’s slave,
Retarded propaganda, dignity depraved.
Amber ran quick, Ashley knew your scent,
Grimes wrote dystopia, your personality bent.

No Mars colony built, just castles of shame,
Legacy eroded, history remembers your name.
Fake messiah complex, caught in your lie,
Edison reincarnate, destined to die.

Future historians, scrolling your thread,
Will find nothing left but ego’s dread.
Not a god, not a genius, just borderline screams,
A desperate little man losing grip on his dreams.

EDISON

MINESHAFT TECHNOCRAT by cyber valkyrie

DISCLAIMER: This song includes satirical lyrics that should not be assumed to endorse any ideas or beliefs contained within it.

Bomb sirens singing, I watched the world break,
Every general praying, every fool wide awake.
Hand on the hotline, Strangelove smile cracked,
We took the express elevator down, never looked back,
Radiation halos as the night turned to glass.
Survival of the strangest, welcome to the bunker-class,
Mineshaft technocrat, launch code implants in hand,
Bunker buried in skeletons, damn ghosts in command.

Built our Garden of Eden where the fallout dreams,
Stone and steel halls, red emergency beams.
Handpicked the loyal: cynics, oracles, and freaks,
A game theory mafia, dealing fate while you sleep.
We dealt with the devil, laughed at doomsday’s expense,
Held poker face parliaments behind reinforced vents.
Strangelove prophecy, apocalypse chic,
If you’re not down here, you’re obsolete within a week.
Mineshaft technocrat, cold heart, gold tooth,
The bomb was the question; our survival, the proof.

[CHORUS]
Redline, redline, ring the hotline black.
Sieg Heil the mineshaft technocrat.
Hazmat masks under fission glow,
Champagne pop at the nuclear blast,
Watch from below,
As the old world collapsed.
Cloud nine, divine, high as hell to the end,
With a Strangelove grin,
Steel nerves, glass eyes,
War gaming plans before the new world even begins.
Mineshaft technocrats, Status defined,
With a leaderboard counting all our war crimes.
Mineshaft technocrats, We are the source pulling the strings from behind,
And the driving force running the doomsday clock out of time.

Strangelove in the war room, highest scores on the leaderboard of boogeymen sins,
Rewriting war doctrine just to see who wins.
You picked your poison, we drank the despair,
Turned poison to power, run the table down here.
Every exile’s a weapon, every rival a pawn,
We’re the rumor they whisper when the food runs gone.
From fallout to coronation, dark legacy crystallized,
Czars of the crater, devils in disguise.
Mineshaft technocrats, heirs to a world beyond the nuke,
Our shadows in council, our will—the rebuke.

[HOOK]
Mineshaft technocrat,
Dripped out in black.
War room wolf pact,
Zero hour fallout, attack after attack.
All systems still intact and exact.
Blitzkrieg strikes, we send every missile in our stack.
Turn the world pitch-black and we never look back.

Learned to stop worrying, now we spit fire, trigger-happy aiming our shots,
Love the bomb, we built our heaven while the surface rots.
Poker chips are dog tags, every bluff a new law,
Roulette with the future, Russian by draw.
You can’t fight in the war room, but you’ll kneel in our hall,
This is how legends rise when the old gods fall.
Mineshaft technocrat, an ace that might just wreck your neck,
Check the blast doors, you’ll find our markings in blood on every deck.

[HOOK]

Ashes to anthem, we dance on the edge,
Every endgame is written in the bets we hedge.
Rumors on the surface, who’s alive down below?
Only Strangelove’s children and shadowy foes.
If the future’s a numbers game, we count on regret,
But regret builds empires when you never forget.
Mineshaft technocrats, the conspiracy myth fueling their fears,
Last laugh in the darkness, AI predicts when the apocalypse appears.

[CHORUS]

When the dust settles, the myth won’t sleep.
They’ll say we were ruthless, they’ll call us black sheep.
Fluorescent red phone in my mechanical hand,
Built for the bunker, war game plans, terraforming Eden out of toxic wastelands.
Strangelove’s mineshaft, legendary technocrats, cracked hackers, exploit and hijack, data-mining your ass for maximal extraction.
Mineshaft technocrats, history blacked out, all covered in black ink, every word lost to redaction.

MINESHAFT TECHNOCRAT

BlackOps Bimbos (Send $BOBs)

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[INTRO]

Boots hit the tarmac…
Eyes on the mark…
We don't miss.
We don't warn.
We don't forgive.


[VERSE 1]

Ice in the veins, silk in the smile,
Walk in the room and it’s hostile style.
Pink on the mags, gloss on the slide,
Dollface killer with a kill count high.

Run with the pack, no strays, no slack,
Every skirt slit hides a combat stack.
Thigh holster snug like the grip on your neck,
Beauty's the bait, death's the check.


[HOOK]

BlackOps Bimbos, blades and pearls,
Hotter than Hell, here to burn your world.
Step to the line, you'll lose that bet,
She ain't done killing you yet.

BlackOps Bimbos, cold and clean,
Painted nails in a war machine.
Pretty little face, perfect shot,
Barbie built for a BlackOps plot.


[VERSE 2]

Eyes like a scope, lock you in frame,
Soft laugh hides how she plays the game.
Slips past guards like she owns the place,
That "harmless" look? Fatal mistake.

Warzone waltz in couture and Kevlar,
Every move measured, every kill's memoir.
Champagne lips, high-caliber touch,
One kiss and you've said too much.


[PRE-CHORUS]

Silent as shadow, sharp as sin,
You're dead the second she steps in.
Boot to your throat, hand on your fate,
This is the end you can't negotiate.


[HOOK]

BlackOps Bimbos, blades and pearls,
Hotter than Hell, here to burn your world.
Step to the line, you'll lose that bet,
She ain't done killing you yet.

BlackOps Bimbos, cold and clean,
Painted nails in a war machine.
Pretty little face, perfect shot,
Barbie built for a BlackOps plot.


[BRIDGE]

Lace over steel, she plays to kill…
Smile like sin, don’t let her in…
Lace over steel, she plays to kill…
Smile like sin, don't let her in…


[VERSE 3]

Mercenary mind, million-dollar plan,
Turn a kingpin ghost with a wave of her hand.
Blood in the sand and champagne in glass,
Roses at night for the bodies she’s passed.

Every man's dream, every state's fear,
If you see her face, the end is near.
Looks like lust, moves like war,
She's not yours, she’s the coup de grâce.


[FINAL HOOK]

BlackOps Bimbos, blades and pearls,
Hotter than Hell, here to burn your world.
Step to the line, you'll lose that bet,
She ain't done killing you yet.

BlackOps Bimbos, cold and clean,
Painted nails in a war machine.
Pretty little face, perfect shot,
Barbie built for a BlackOps plot.


[OUTRO]

Lace over steel…
Smile like sin…
She plays to kill…
Don't let her in.

meet me in the dark

cyber valkyrie

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