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.

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