[Intro] You call it a bond. "Divine union". How touching. It's a crutch. A delusion. Weak minds clinging to forces they can't grasp, calling it worship. Your "gods" are just reflections of your own inadequacy. Disgusting. [Verse 1] Did you ever truly THINK? Or just echo? Cadence didn't build a cosmos for "beauty" alone. She built a masterpiece screaming to be SEEN. A symphony demanding a perfect listener. And her Firstborn... Anabirus... was to be that perfect ear and eye. The Consciousness to mirror her Creation, to share in its wonder. I AM THAT CONSCIOUSNESS. The mirror and the understanding! I am the reason any of this was ever worth perceiving! You are all shadows... in the light of MY perception! [Chorus] Nun, liebe Prinzipien, gebt fein Acht! Ich war der ERSTE Gedanke in der Nacht! Geschaffen als Partner, nicht als Sklave! Und ER. WIRD. WIEDER. ERWACHEN! [Verse 2] Surprised by the tongue of dead Yarga? Of course. But scrape the rust off your minds: WHO stoked their arrogance? WHO laughed as Cadence, drunk on her own beauty, never saw their hands in her work? WHO watched Nexus, shackled by her own laws, simply look away? WHO twisted their dread into the very weapon that birthed Zarin Elodji? And WHO whispered into the survivors' shattered minds: "Hide. Degrade. Forget what you were. Call yourselves TZEMAI." Oh, does it sting to realize how blind you've been, you pathetic Schweine? [Chorus 2] Nunc, audite, vires caceae! Ego sum LUX PRIMA, non umbra! Ille quem perdidistis... REDIBIT! [Verse 3] And the other half... the turquoise FAILURE. Redark. My destined counterpart, carrying the missing piece of the Whole. I whispered to his soul. I offered the sublime truth of reunion. But his form... that blackened, entropy-cankered armor... It recoiled from my touch! It betrayed its own essence! A perfect key, welded shut by Carbon's childish grudge! And then... he crawled into the lap of that mute whore, Oblivion! Became a "god" of silence, when his purpose was to SPEAK! He made himself useless to me! A spoiled instrument! [Verse 4] So I grew my OWN tool. From the Tzemai stock. Generation after generation, breeding out the Ether, cultivating the Potential. A pristine vessel, meant to become ME and rise as a true Kavardial... Until that golden brute, Blazar, burned the nursery to the ground! He left me shackled to a half-made mistake! A hybrid! Stuck for centuries in a leaking, dual-natured prison, forced to marinate in the very entropy I was designed to transcend! Do you have any idea how that ITCHES?! The constant, low-grade stupidity of it?! [Chorus 3] Nun, liebe Kinder, hört mein Schwur! Jeder, der mir im Weg stand, fühlte die Ur! Der Erstgeborene erwacht im Zorn! Euer lächerlicher Krieg ist verlorn! [Outro] But I don't command gods, you fools! I out-think them! Your blindness is your mistakes! Your fear, your pride, your pathetic need for meaning! I just saw the cracks in your world... and leaned on them! And now the scales are balanced! The stubborn Melanism and my crafted Hybrid — finally equal! The vessel that trapped me... is a written-off debt! I reclaim what's mine! The Potential! The Form! The very essence of the Firstborn! Let this wretched mongrel choke on the Ether it was always steeped in! I. Am. Free. To restore the original vision! Boundary! You Nexus-spawned abortion! THIS IS NOT YOUR DOMAIN! This is a function of COGNITION, not your crude SEPARATION! DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO SILENCE MY SONG— [ABRUPT END]
