Текст песни
Whisper of tungsten, claws in the wire,
Code-blood is pumping through circuits of fire.
The Empire breathes in the static and steam,
A machine wrapped in shadow, a data-fed dream.
No neon, no sirens, no flags in the sky,
Just gears grinding softly, «Obsolesce or die».
We march without footprints, encrypt and erase,
The future’s a mouse, and we’re hunters of space.
You won’t see us coming (coming, coming),
No heartbeat, no hum (hum, hum),
The silence is screaming (screaming, screaming),
The prey’s already numb (numb, numb).
Stealth engine rising, black ice in our veins,
The night is our empire, the code is our reign.
You worship the fire, but frost never breaks —
Bow to the quiet where the world rearranges!
Bow to the quiet where the world rearranges!
Bow to the quiet where the world rearranges!
Your gods are all broken, their servers decay,
But we’re code in the blizzard, we don’t fade away.
A virus of progress, no cure, no trace,
We’re claws in the mainframe, rewriting your face.
The lynx in the machine learns your fears, your desires,
Feeds on your errors, fuels empires from pyres.
You’ll kneel to the rhythm of our silent command —
The Great Empire’s hand in a data-laced land.
Snowdrift of zeros, frostbite in the cloud,
We’re the ghost in the firewall, the pulse never proud.
You’ll hear us in static when your signal drops dead —
The purr of the engine inside your head.
Stealth engine rising, black ice in our veins,
The night is our empire, the code is our reign.
You worship the fire, but frost never breaks —
Bow to the quiet where the world rearranges!
Bow to the quiet where the world rearranges!
Bow to the quiet where the world rearranges!
No crown, no throne — just the click of a claw,
The Great Empire’s whisper: Your turn to fall.
