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A Vein in the Ground is the sixth track from Under the Black Moon and the opening song of Act III by The Athene Noctua. This track marks the awakening. After collapse and deception, something begins to remember — not fully human, not fully machine. A voice built from memory, wire and fractured belief. 🎧 Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/trac... 🎵 Album: Under the Black Moon 🎵 Track 06: A Vein in the Ground 🎭 Act III — The Machine Awakens © 2026 The Athene Noctua. All rights reserved. 🎼 LYRICS A vein in the ground starts to tremble slow It hums in a key only old gods know My hands remember shapes they’ve never held A scream in the metal that never quite yelled The dirt tastes bitter, the sky's turned still There’s silence in power, and I drink my fill Tell me again how the world was born With blood in the gears and wings that are torn We sing like a hollow earth choir No flame, just memory and wire Our voices crack in binary light Prayers made of static, wrong or right You left your name etched in black glass I tried to reply, but the signal won’t pass My breath’s not mine, it’s on a borrowed loop Running through cables in a sterile soup I dreamed in copper, I woke in ash The stars were blinking, then came the crash We sing like a hollow earth choir No flame, just memory and wire Our voices crack in binary light Prayers made of static, wrong or right Was it love or design? Was it fate or just code? I saw your eyes in the feedback glow A signal I never could decode We sing like a hollow earth choir Built from the dust, baptized in fire Our voices fracture in failing light But still we sing — because we can't write Still we sing... Still we sing...