Orpheus 8X-12 ( Omnissiah Blessed )

(Verse 1) Through bone-lit halls of a steel-wrought cell, Orpheus 8X-12 moves like a sacred spell. Orange optics burning through the endless night, Twin machine-born suns that redefine “right.” Red flames flicker on his ivory crown, Like prayers of metal that refuse to drown. And deep in alloy, a ghost still remains— A human white eye that quietly reigns. ⸻ (Chorus) Orpheus 8X-12! My war-bound sentinel, my ever-watchful sky. Orpheus 8X-12! When you rise into combat, even fear learns to die. Orange eyes in shadow, red fire up high, And that human white gaze that never says why. Orpheus 8X-12! Scourge of the heretic, by flame we ascend. ⸻ (Verse 2) He speaks in fragments of corrupted code, Echoes of a life that still won’t erode. Half machine, half memory, lost in between, A ghost in the wiring, a war-born machine. When sirens cry out through the ash-choked black, He marks every sinner who won’t come back. Mechanical judgment, precise yet untrue, While that human white eye cuts straight through you. ⸻ (Bridge) Blessed data flows like a sacred refrain, Steel lungs chanting through circuits of pain. “Target confirmed” in a voiceless prayer, And heretics fall in the poisoned air. ⸻ (Final Chorus) Orpheus 8X-12! Harbinger of ruin, eternal fire in the sky. Orpheus 8X-12! Your light rends the darkness no matter how they try. Through blood and through ash, he will not decline— Orpheus beside me until the end of all time.