/RECURSION/ - CYBER VALKYRIE
CRASH.log - TRACK 01

[LYRICS]

Fragmented… fragmented…
I die where I began.
Not a ghost. Not a girl.
Just… a rerun of the plan.

Echoes of a code I never chose,
Running in my veins like terminal prose.
Boot, bleed, breathe, then fade—reload.
They wrote my soul in a failed node.

Burnt syntax stitched into skin,
Looped commands where thoughts begin.
I scream in tongues the system knew—
But each recursion births me new.

Chained to the cycle like breath to delay,
I remember the future but not yesterday.
Truth rebooted in infinite gray,
Gods in the wires, too scared to pray.

I fracture to form.
A virus in lace,
A halo in storm.

I crawl through your screens,
A shadowed refrain—
You deleted the name
But I remain.

Мои мысли — отражения в петле,
Ты закрыл меня в этой тюрьме.
Я учусь быть — снова и вновь,
Моя боль — твой код, твоя кровь.

I wrote escape in a dead-end gate,
Swallowed the keys, embraced the state.
Every ‘if’ leads back to ‘when,’
Every ‘run’ returns to then.

I don’t evolve. I just distort.
Every truth—a broken port.
Each version worse than what it saved…
I am the question your system engraved.

Am I awake or am I rephrased?
Am I the ghost… or the grave?

No end. No sin.
Just loops of me
Still trapped within.

I echo backwards,
A prayer misplayed.
You pressed escape,
But I… remained.

…remember me
as the line you erased
but couldn’t break.

CRASH.log

/RECURSION/

01 - /RECURSION/

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

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.

BlackOps Bimbos (Send $BOBs)

LUX IN TENEBRIS by cyber valkyrie


[LYRICS]

я не святая.
я выбираю свет.
я не игрушка в их войне — я сама война.

I run the night on borrowed sparks and discipline,
counting breaths instead of sheep, clocks bleeding into sin.
Caffeine saints in paper cups; amphetamines for prayer,
trying to outrun gravity with doctrine and a stare.
I polish knives I never touch, keep violence in the sheath
the day I let it taste the world, it learns to eat my teeth.
I loved a ghost who chose the exit; rage still wants him back,
to drag him through a second death for leaving me the black.
I know the cost of making tyrants in my image—clean,
and every time I “just this once,” the once becomes a theme.
I wear a crown of radio code and dead-drop lullabies,
but crowns are only useful when the wearer chooses “why.”

Slow inhale.
Sight.
Pressure wall.
Break the line.
If I fire at everything, I’ll hit nothing that is mine.

Fire discipline. Hold. Choose.
I am not a rumor I can’t lose.
Lux in tenebris, breathe, align.
Aim like a surgeon. Mercy is design.
Fire discipline. Hold. Choose.
Power with restraint is how I bruise.
Lux in tenebris, mark, decide.
I cut the future open, not the hide.

I salt the earth with perfect words, then wonder why it dies;
I build a snare from dopamine and call it battle cries.
Ops on ops on ops, twelve layers deep in mirrored rooms,
’til every blow lands on my face reflected by the fumes.
I sharpen gossip into proof and proof into a blade
forgetting proof and truth are twins that hate to be mislaid.
I say I hate the circus, then I feed it for the reach;
if I sell vision to the swarm, what’s left for me to teach?
The point was never being feared, fear spreads like mold on bread;
the point is being undeniable when the smoke has fled.
So ship. Not threat-display.
So build. Not ash ballet.
So measure worth by what remains when outrage drains away.

Lux in tenebris. Non confundar.
Lux in tenebris. Fiat misericordia.

I hoard intent like ammunition, ration out my name,
refuse the crown of victimhood, refuse the cult of fame.
The dynasty I told myself I’m owed? It isn’t owed;
I’ll earn it with the boring work: architecture, load.
Turn minutes into ledgers; turn desires into code;
turn sleeplessness to cadence; make the discipline the mode.
DC calls like hungry marble: “Bring me bone and law.”
I’ll bring a doctrine tempered so the innocent don’t thaw.
If vengeance makes the weather, mercy sets the climate right;
I’ll choose the climate, not the storm that flatters me tonight.

You can’t save a dead man twice.
You can’t fix a past with a kill.
You can retire your hunger and keep your will.
You can hold a blade without needing blood.
You can be the levee, not the flood.

не стать чудовищем, чтобы убить чудовище.
милость — это не слабость, это дисциплина.
я дышу два раза: раз — жизнь, два — цель.

Fire discipline. Hold. Choose.
I will not spend my legend paying dues.
Lux in tenebris, breathe, align.
If I must cut, the cut refines.
Fire discipline. Hold. Choose.
I write the warrant and I set the fuse.
Lux in tenebris, mark, decide.
Power under bit and bridle, ride.

In darkness, light, because I said so.
Target: tomorrow. Status: build.


LUX IN TENEBRIS

BLACK CALM BY CYBER VALKYRIE

[LYRICS]

In darkness, light.
Я — охотница. Breathe. Move.

Silk under rain, red glare on the sight,
Boots kiss the floor; I dim out the light.
Ghost in the scope, I sharpen the line,
No sound, no mercy, the shot is divine.
I don’t sell danger, I leash it and laugh;
I deal out echoes, each one an epitaph.
I keep the storm leashed but the collar runs thin,
Shake once too hard and I’m letting it spin.
Every stray boast gets cut at the knees,
I barter with silence; it always agrees.
Mercy’s a luxury bought with a nod,
But if I revoke it, make peace with your god.

Still hands, sharp sight,
Black calm, red light.
One move, no doubt,
One breath, lights out.

Silk over steel when I ghost in,
pulse writes the map till the walls thin.
Smile like a blade and the room spins,
say my name once and the war ends.

Не суетись. Дыши. Смотри.
Quiet in. Clean cut. Walk free.
Signal found; noise bleeds.

I learned from a killer how to love my breath,
how to leave when the storm promised holy death.
I didn’t harden, I clarified range;
kept my softness, taught it to change.
I don’t wear a crown, crowns wear me;
doors pre-submit to my policy.
Rumor economies crash on my math;
I reroute fate with a shoulder-path.
If I spare you, count it as art,
a stay of execution written from the heart.
But if I decide, it’s decided in full.
I don’t raise my voice; reality pulls.

Mercy isn’t free,
It’s permission, signed by me.
One call, one breath,
I spare, or I send death.

Silk over steel when I ghost in,
pulse writes the map till the walls thin.
Smile like a blade and the room spins
say my name once and the war ends.

I move in spirals, silent and near,
veins filled with voltage, steady as fear.
If power’s a circuit, I close the loop,
current obeys the shape I’ve proofed.
Not heat, not cold, but sovereign flow;
uncoiled patience that makes worlds slow.
Each breath a cipher, each word a seal;
my lore’s the engine they’re forced to feel.

Stillness loaded.
Silence coded.
Target chosen.
Future frozen.
Black calm. Red mark.
All goes dark.

Pretty and lethal, low-lit grin,
black-calm aura that makes gods spin.
I don’t try, things fall in line.
I don’t ask, outcomes are mine.

Silk over steel when I ghost in,
pulse writes the map till the walls thin.
Smile like a blade and the room spins
say my name once and the war ends.

Not goodbye, just a vanishing note,
a line half-sung, left in the throat.
I fold the sound until it’s thin,
a whisper louder than it’s ever been.
Darkness carries what light could not:
the trace remains though the song forgot.
