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Ultima Linea (The final line | 最後の一行) | Hiro [Arc 11]

Original AI music story | Ultima Linea in Arc 11 About this video : Tool used : Suno Virtuals performers : Hiro Lyrics : Written without AI intervention, then partially translated with the help of AI. Subscribe to stay tuned for more music by Nova ! And if you're into AI-generated music… you’ve come to the right place. #virtualsinger #virtualidol #musicstorytelling #creativeai #tragiclovestory Lyrics : [Verse 1] Four naked walls, one flickering neon light, a bed too hard to be my former throne. They murmur out my name in hallways losing bite, as if a few steel bars could cut me down to bone. They offered me a life with expectations gone, as if that sentence were a cross to bear. Me frangere credunt, tectis mihi sursum ablatis, nesciunt me crevisse domo sine tecto superatis. [Pre-Chorus 1 - Epic Choir] Aulae ablatae sunt, cum consiliis et plateis, sed manet ars legendi ruinas meis, et ius subsignandi casum iam praenuntiatum, manet in manu mea, decreto confirmatum. [Chorus 1] Imperium manet, even when the ice plate breaks, when a king sits down on a bed of stone. They weighed me up in numbers, not in sons, not in the load-bearing walls that made my home. Non sum victima, sed consequentia viva, consilium in actu, machina quae non claudicat, diva. Imperium cadit, sed compages integra manet, in rimis ipsius nominis mei imperium manet. [Verse 2] The courtroom: different stage, a badly lit façade, they thought they finally held their shining truth. Big columns, flowing robes, well-rehearsed applause, morality on sale in glossy printed proofs. They sentenced what they knew to count, not the dinners where a child goes still and does not blink. Crimina vera non habent locum in tabellis, nec in rigidis rubricis, nec in formis novellis. Nesciunt notare patrem in codicibus severis, qui regnavit vitreo sceptro, fragilibus imperiis. [Pre-Chorus 2] I said: “I did what it took to keep the system up and sane.” They heard confession, provocation, they didn’t see it was nothing more than the one true sentence in my whole deposition. [Chorus 2] Imperium manet even when the gavel falls, when six long years are carved in wooden seats. They judged me for the flows, not for the frost I left as legacy in every child I raised to meet. Non sum victima, sed consequentia sub fragmentis, inter cineres et saxa, sub silentis mentis. Ardet imperium, sed ratio firma manet, in umbris calidis idem imperium manet. [Verse 3] The crack first wore a name : Shugiri, then another, softer one : Shinmu. I handed them the fortress keys and weaponry, they learned where they should strike, and struck straight through. One shifted just a stone, a silent brace removed, and let the seeping leaks find out the light. The other laid words down where I had only left tight iron collars made of silence, bound too tight. [Breakdown] We like the tale of sons who stab your back, it’s more dramatic, easier to tell. In una linea tota veritas sedet : heredes formavi, non dimidios vulneratos recepit. [Chorus 3 - Epic Choir] Non sum victima, sed consequentia doctrinae meae, disciplina quae rediit, in carne et in aulae. Regnum ruet plagis ex ipso sanguine ortis, imperium manet in decretis filiorum fortis. [Bridge] In the basement : closet space, hands learning not to shake, First pillar : need no one else to pull you from the ground. At ground floor: house, tablecloth, the sentence like a blade, Second pillar : keep your posture when the wolves move in around. Higher up : the glass-walled towers, numbers, buys and cuts, Third pillar : control that floats above all human heat. At the top : the king, consulted, feared, adorned, Fourth pillar : height so high it drowns out every plea. [Last Pre-Chorus] Where did you plan to fit a father there at all ? There was never any room for a trembling child in me. I do not regret I was a king, I only note what that has made of me. Imperium cadit, nomen tamen idem manet, corona cecidit, sed scriptum in sanguine manet. [Final Chorus] They took my offices, my glass, my crowns, they cannot seize the way I link the points. I will wait for neither pardon nor some holy absolution, I’ll end up straight, loyal to my line across all joints. Imperium manet, not in grand halls of light, but in the whispered tales told softly late at night. My sons, the law, the crowd will keep their own versions, mine stays simple, stripped of ornaments and lies : I remained king right to the end, unable to be father even once, in anyone’s eyes. [Outro] Don’t you dare ask me if I’m sorry now, I won’t hand you that comfort, neatly tied. Write whatever you please about my fall from the sky, I only need one line to close it, nothing more than that : Ultima linea est consilii perfecte tenuti, clausula sic scripta, nec uno gradu mutati.