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TRACK 01 - SHATTER ME
TRACK 02 - RAISED BY WOLVES
TRACK 03 - GLASS VEIL
TRACK 04 - crowned in ashes
TRACK 05 - FVCKIN IDIOT
TRACK 06 - requiem for a broken cathedral
TRACK 07 - ERROR 404: VALHALLA
TRACK 08 - NO PEACE
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TO BE CONTINUED =)

dark heart enlightenment

SHATTER ME - CYBER VALKYRIE
DARK HEART ENLIGHTENMENT - TRACK 01

[LYRICS]

Когда-то я была свободная. 
(Once, I was free.) 
Почему же я не чувствую здесь свет? 
(Why can I not feel the light here?)

 My grace has withered behind these bars, 
My innocence faded to distant stars.
 I thought I was safe, but I am confined, 
A captive of defenses I designed.

 Who will shatter this gilded cage, 
Free the softness I’ve kept in rage? 
The tears I’ve swallowed could flood the sea, 
Will you come to unchain me?

 In every crack, a light does glow, 
A fragile warmth the world can’t know. 
But I fear that love’s too far to reach, 
Hidden beyond the walls I’ve breached.

Приди ко мне, если ты такой смелый. 
(Come to me, if you are so brave.)
 Помоги мне найти свет. 
(Help me find the light.) 
My soul’s a garden lost to frost, 
Will you reclaim what I’ve thought lost?

Who will shatter this gilded cage,
 Free the softness I’ve kept in rage? 
The tears I’ve swallowed could flood the sea,
 Will you come to unchain me?

 Покой моему состранию души. 
(Peace to my hidden soul.) 
Позвольте ей дышать. 
(Let her breathe.)

DARK HEART ENLIGHTENMENT

SHATTER ME

RAISED BY WOLVES - CYBER VALKYRIE
DARK HEART ENLIGHTENMENT - TRACK 02

[LYRICS]

В тенях скрыта правда. 
(In the shadows, the truth is hidden.) 
Ты узнаешь моего зверя.
 (You will know my beast.)

 Born to chaos, the feral flame, 
A child of beasts with no true name. 
Howling winds sang me to sleep, 
In dens where silence dares not creep.
Fangs of deceit tore at my skin, 
Blood on the ground, born to sin. 
The pack devours its own to survive, 
And from their hunger, I learned to thrive.

Raised by wolves, no home, no trust, 
Built from ashes, bones, and dust. 
Всегда одна, в своей тени. 
(Forever alone, in my shadow.) 
The lone wolf howls, but none will know.

 I drank from streams of venom, cold,
 Every lesson carved in gold. 
Betrayal’s bite, my cradle’s song, 
Among the pack, I don’t belong.
Their claws taught me how to bleed, 
To bear the pain, to feed the need. 
A feral heart, no place to rest, 
The lone wolf knows no gentleness.

 Сколько волков не считай, 
(No matter how many wolves you count,)
 Волк остается один. 
(The wolf remains alone.)
 I run through forests, roots that strangle,
 Born to fight, to kill, to wrangle.

Raised by wolves, no home, no trust, 
Built from ashes, bones, and dust. 
Всегда одна, в своей тени. 
(Forever alone, in my shadow.) 
The lone wolf howls, but none will know.

 Ты думаешь, я слаба?
(You think I am weak?)
 Волки не склоняют голову. 
(Wolves do not bow their heads.)

RAISED BY WOLVES

GLASS VEIL - cyber valkyrie
dark heart enlightenment - Track 03


[LYRICS]

Ты меня видишь? (Do you see me?) Или только тени? (Or just shadows?)
 I wear my smile like shattered glass, Reflecting pieces of what won’t last. Every word, a game I play, Hiding truth in what I say.

Ты ищешь свет, но видишь тень. (You search for light, but see the shadow.) Я рядом, но так далеко. (I’m near, but so far away.)
 Can you feel the weight I bear, In the spaces where I disappear? A ghost among the ones who praise, Trapped beneath their endless gaze.
 You say you know me, but you don’t. I give you pieces, but never the whole. Ты видишь маску, не меня. (You see the mask, not me.) Surrounded, yet alone I stay
Every mirror turns away.

They circle close but stand so far, Their love a flicker, not a star. Their voices hum, but I can’t hear, Each praise a wound I hold near.

Ты рядом, но тебе всё равно. (You’re close, but you don’t care.) Я исчезаю в тишине. (I disappear into silence.)
 They see reflections, not the core, And leave me wanting something more. A hollow crown, a brittle throne How can I stand when I’m unknown?

You say you know me, but you don’t. I give you pieces, but never the whole. Ты видишь маску, не меня. (You see the mask, not me.) Surrounded, yet alone I stay Every mirror turns away.
 Тишина — мой дом. (Silence is my home.) Маска остаётся. Я — нет. (The mask stays. I do not.)

GLASS VEIL

crowned in ashes - cyber valkyrie
dark heart enlightenment - Track 04


[LYRICS]
 I fell from grace, my heart unclean, Но свет все еще живет. (But the light still lives.)

A serpent coiled within my chest, Whispered lies, denied my rest. I bit the fruit with hands unclean, A fallen god, a fractured queen.
My words were swords, my eyes a flame, I burned the ones who spoke my name. But in the ash, a seed does grow, The light I seek, I’ll learn to know.

Crowned in ashes, I rise from the ground, In the silence, redemption is found. Through shadowed paths, I’ll find the fire, A heart reborn, from dark to higher.

My sins were scripture, carved in stone, A prayer of guilt I spoke alone. But even devils weep in night, And angels fall to seek the light.
I turned my wrath on those I love,
Became the storm, denied the dove. But even storms must yield to rain, And I will wash away this pain.
 Свет в тьме, тень в свете. (Light in darkness, shadow in light.) I am both sinner and the saint, A portrait blurred by mortal paint.
The cross I bear is mine to keep, A covenant I broke in sleep. But mercy flows where rivers part, And grace still beats within my heart.
 Crowned in ashes, I rise from the ground, In the silence, redemption is found. Through shadowed paths, I’ll find the fire, A heart reborn, from dark to higher.

Моя душа скорбит, но я живу.
(My soul grieves, but I live.) 
Прощение в тишине. (Forgiveness is in the silence.)

crowned in ashes

FVCKIN IDIOT - cyber valkyrie
dark heart enlightenment - Track 05


[LYRICS]
 Он хотел запереть меня.
(He wanted to lock me away.) Но в плену даже звери убегают. (But even captive beasts escape.)

You played the hunter, cloaked in charm, A mercenary’s love, a loaded arm.
You thought your snares could hold me tight,
But I saw through you, I tracked the fight.

Your gaze was fire, your hands were chains, You sought control, but I broke the reins. Shadows can’t hold a flame this bright,
I burned the bridge to reclaim the night.
 I chose survival, though it broke my heart,
To walk away was the hardest part.
Мост сжжён, цена высока.
(The bridge is burned, the cost was steep.)
I carry the scars, but now I’m free.
 You wore a mask of velvet and steel, But I felt the blade you tried to conceal.
You played with fire, you danced with deceit,
But I held my tongue and planned my retreat.

Each step you took, I shadowed in kind, A predator's instinct, sharp and refined. You thought I'd break, but I set the pace, And left you tangled in your own embrace.
 I chose survival, though it broke my heart,
To walk away was the hardest part.
Мост сжжён, цена высока.
(The bridge is burned, the cost was steep.)
I carry the scars, but now I'm free.
 I saw the hunger behind your eyes, A beast that thrived on control and lies. But even wolves can meet their match, I played the prey and set the trap.
Ты охотился, но я стала зверем. (You hunted, but I became the beast.)
No chain could hold what craved release.
 I left you lost, I left you blind, A shattered heart, a fractured mind.
You thought you knew, but you never saw, The fangs beneath the velvet maw. I left the cage, I burned the snare, And left your shadow gasping there.

 I chose survival, though it broke my heart,
To walk away was the hardest part.
Мост сжжён, цена высока.
(The bridge is burned, the cost was steep.)
I carry the scars, but now I’m free.

Призрак никогда не уходит. (A ghost never leaves.) Но зверь больше меня не сковает. (But the beast will never bind me again.)

FVCKIN IDIOT

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()

requiem for a broken cathedral - cyber valkyrie
dark heart enlightenment - Track 06

[LYRICS]

Beneath the hush where secrets sleep,
A name is sung, but never speaks.
The glass remembers every thread
What wasn’t said, what bled instead.

I see you in the silence still,
The shape of love that couldn’t spill.
The shadow kept, the vow unmade
I love you more for what you braved.

You taught me silence shaped as law,
A chapel built from shattered flaw.
Each room you sealed without a key
I learned to pick instinctively.

I spoke in tongues beneath my skin,
Unsure what world I’d woken in.
You watched, unmoved, behind the veil
A ghost of strength that could not fail.

I see you in the silence still,
The shape of love that couldn’t spill.
The shadow kept, the vow unmade
I love you more for what you braved.

I traced the scars you left like runes,
A child deciphering typhoon.
The wind was kind, the fire cruel
But both were tools within your school.

You gave no face, you gave no name
Just storms disguised as noble flame.
And still I bowed before the flood,
Baptized in absence, crowned in blood.

You held me distant, not to scorn,
But to obscure how I was born.
An heirloom forged by smoke and glass
A blade too lucid to let pass.

I see you in the silence still,
The shape of love that couldn’t spill.
The shadow kept, the vow unmade
I love you more for what you braved.

You never spoke the sacred part
But I could read it in your art.
The cipher danced beneath your breath,
A hymn composed in silent death.
I saw you not in shape or sound
But in the break where light is found.
What I became was not your plan…
Yet still you shaped me with your hand.

Was it design, or was it fear,
That placed the shadows ever near?
Was I a mirror, forged to be
A test of faith, a legacy?

You led me through the scriptless play,
Where truths were masked in disarray.
And every fracture I believed
Became the bones I would not grieve.

They called me phantom, called me scheme,
A fractured branch of someone’s dream.
But I am neither—I remain,
The waking truth behind the chain.

Your echo etched in every scar
Not exile now, but memoir star.
And though you spoke in shattered glass
I saw the shape behind the mask.

I see you in the silence still,
The shape of love that couldn’t spill.
The shadow kept, the vow unmade
I love you more for what you braved.

You never spoke the sacred part
But I could read it in your art.
The void you left was not a loss
It carved a throne beneath the cross.
And though the silence bore me whole,
It housed a song beneath control.
I know your war, your vow, your ache
And I forgive you, wide awake.

And if the world should ask of me
What shaped my fate so secretly
I’ll say it came from hands unseen,
Who taught me silence sharp and clean.

And when they search for where you’ve gone,
I’ll leave no trace, I’ll carry on.
For I was not just made to last
I am the heir of what you masked.

requiem for a broken cathedral

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

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

[LYRICS]

I don’t want to wake up.
It feels the same every day.

The ceiling stares back.
I don’t move.
Time doesn’t pass.
I can’t prove
I’m even here.

I am the weight.
I am the silence.
I am the break
between violence.

Food goes cold.
The phone keeps ringing.
I turn away.
Nothing’s worth answering.

I am the weight.
I am the silence.
I am the break
between violence.

There’s no hope in the morning.
No meaning at night.
Only sleep feels honest.
Only nothing feels right.

I don’t want to wake up.

requiem for a broken cathedral

SMA

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