Category: Songs

This afternoon’s single-stream advertisement from the Beaver Band — the crew that brought you Cloveria and other hits. Built to live forever.

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Contact Lens Matrix — a dark alt-rock track about the slow-motion sellout of reality.

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Portia Nyr betrays the Wizards’ Council, lowering the Veil to unleash chaos legions while scheming for ancient Praetoria power. Splinterlands lore decoded.

Lyrics:

Fog in the chamber seven seats one silence
She don’t argue she becomes the violence
Portia

Council talkin circles in a walnut illusion
Centuries debating while the dark keeps movin
She at the end of the table eyes like conclusions
Already tasted power now she past askin permission

They guardin a veil like it sacred religion
She see it as a cage intellectual prison
Drop it she whisper cut clean through the vision
Future in her hands they just stuck in tradition

Votes fall slow like ash in the air
Aggroedius scared but the rest don’t care
She been plantin seeds now the roots everywhere
When the veil hit the floor yeah she already there

Gold veins runnin through the rift in my mind
Time bend sideways when I redraw the line
All your gods borrowed all your rules decline
I don’t break worlds I just realign

Veil down watch the chaos align
Handshake blade yeah the trust all mine
You see a war I see perfect design
I don’t chase power power chase time

Silus came floodin with a legion of hunger
But she smilin like she already done him
Cities burn bright like stars goin under
She just takin notes let the weak ones wonder

Knife made of void slipped under their breath
Archmages droppin quiet elegant death
Some sent so far it’s equivalent to death
She rewrote the board while they playin with chess

Conclave rise from the ash and the bone
Craniax kneelin say the throne is your throne
Necromancer loyalty stitched and sewn
She don’t trust souls she just owns what’s owned

Silus send deals wrapped sweet in decay
Dark energy shipments gifts on delay
But every alliance just rot in a tray
Two snakes dancin in a mutual prey

Gold veins runnin through the rift in my mind
Time bend sideways when I redraw the line
Every ally temporary every truth undefined
I don’t fear fate I redesign

Veil down watch the chaos align
Every gift poison every move divine
You call it betrayal I call it refine
I don’t chase power power chase time

Fragments buried under continents sleepin
Older than the council older than reason
She hear it hummin through tectonic breathing
A secret so deep it rewrite the meaning

Expeditions spread like thoughts in a dream
Fire melt stone storms tear the seam
Mountains start cryin under geomancy schemes
Time get folded Palifala extreme

But the world woke up yeah resistance arise
Armies unite with unlikely ties
Mage wagons roll with elemental eyes
Now her whole empire start fractalize

Every front crackin every plan dissolvin
Years of control start slowly revolvin
Reality push back equations evolvin
But she just laughin yall don’t know what’s involved in

Deep in the mountain obelisk callin
Phylos whisper hear the seconds fallin
Time ain’t linear it’s clay she’s maulin
Past present future she installin

I don’t lose wars I erase beginnings
I don’t take crowns I rewrite who’s winnin
You fight my army you fight my pretending
I go back before you start defendin

Mirror stare unchanged face glowin
Century skin but the hunger still growin
Whole world think that her story is slowin
She just about to decide how it’s goin

Tick tick
History bend when she chooses
Tick
You don’t stop her
You just happen after

This session investigates the recent Synthetic Aperture Radar (SARS) data emerging from the Giza plateau. The scans, led by Filippo Biondi, indicate a hidden subterranean architecture—specifically a complex of twenty pillars and a secondary Sphinx-like structure buried steps away from the Great Pyramids.

The lyrics function as a digital excavation, treating the limestone plateau of Egypt as a massive, ancient circuit board. “Subterranean Twin” explores the friction between the radar signal’s hardware-driven truth and the static of the official narrative. It’s a rhythmic deep-dive into the subterranean anomalies that suggest the timeline we were given is missing its most important half.

Lyrics:

Tomography goggles
Limestone skin
Bedrock ends
The architecture begins
Biondi radar loop
Catching ghosts
Pillars in a group
A silent host

Single lion in the grit
Lonely
Math shows a mirror
Pieces don’t fit
Subterranean room
Blueprints etched
Static of the tomb
Breath is fetched

Doppler shift
Counting the hertz
Skeptics buried
Linguistic dirt
Signal in the lime
Gray and deep
Lost frames
A distant time

Low-rez blur
Data in a haze
Whispering
Secrets of the days
Secondary Sphinx
Under foot
Caked in ages
Debris and soot

Academic anchors
Dragging deep
Twenty-first door
A secret to keep
Ground is a circuit
Twin is the key
Glitch in the timeline
Master decree

Hardware update
Software lie
Staring through the mantle
Digital eye
Pre-built flat
The dynasty is new
Smelling a rat
The signal is true

Ping the geometry
Map the anomalies
Stale gatekeepers
Fake economies
Information storage
Chisel myth
Radar dancing
With the megalith

Truth in the tray
Two heads in the sand
One looking each way
Across the land
Structural hum
Future is a scan
Ancestors come
The hidden plan

Twenty pillars standing
Perfect line
Architecture of math
Not design
Measuring gaps
Secrets kept
World was sleeping
While we stepped

Subterranean suite
Granite and logic
Satellites meet
Nothing is symbolic
Mirrored reflection
Valley of dust
Iron turns to rust
In who we trust

Motherboard plateau
Sphinx is the port
Data coming back
Final report
See the twin rise
Tear the veil
Orthodox lies
Turning pale

Heavy-rez render
Buried machine
Space in the pixels
Static in between
Map the lion
Let the frequency spin
Real history
About to begin