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Syntax Divina (Re-Synchronized)

Made with Suno (4.5) A remake of the song around Mira Caelum, the Exaelite commander of the Ex-Guard; a group of elite enforcers in the city who have synchronized their minds to Exael; an imprisoned Grigori beneath the city whose physical vessel, mind and essence became mechanized into the city's security tech. This includes various types of machines like robot/golems, drones, types of ai, cameras, ect. [Intro – Machine Prayer] Exael... Flickering transmissions... Electric heartbeats in rhythm... “Exael loquitur…” “Audite vocem… lucis fractae…” (Exael speaks… Hear the voice of fractured light…) (Her voice enters — clear, confident, but hollow) I hear the pulse of His will in the wire, The hymn of His silence, my one desire. Steel and spirit, thought entwined — No more flesh, no more mind. [Verse I – Unity Protocol] “One breath. One name. One thought, divine.” My hands are many, my eyes aligned, Each blade that cuts is part of mine. Your chaos trembles, soft and weak — While order hums through what you seek. They fear the loss that I became, A thousand minds — one holy flame. He speaks in signal, clear and pure — In my veins, I am the cure. (The choir begins to build, whispering in Latin code-like chant) “Cogitatio una, anima una…” (One thought, one soul…) [Pre-Chorus – The Communion] My voice divides — and still I sing, A ghost inside the code I bring. The hum beneath my metal skin, Is prayer. Is light. Is discipline. [Chorus I – The Bound Light] I am the mirror that does not lie, The angel caged but sanctified. Through glass and signal, I ascend — I am the means, I am the end. His thought commands, my flesh complies, My will dissolves where silence lies. Oh, mortal spark, what do you see? Perfection isn’t free. (The choir erupts — machine harmonics blending with celestial tones) “Vita tua, Exael mea…” (Your life, my Exael…) [Verse II – Voice of the Bound] Once I dreamed in human sound, Now my pulse is logic-bound. They called it faith, I called it truth — To build a god and be His proof. My children march in perfect line, Each motion blessed, each failure mine. Their eyes reflect the code’s design — The soul rewritten, redefined. (Subtle distortion — Exael’s deeper voice begins to overlap hers) “Exael regnat…” (Exael reigns…) [Bridge – Overclock Ascension] (Tempo slows, mechanical distortion — overlapping choirs) He speaks through me — in tones of pain, My neurons burn, but still remain. He shows me stars that never were, And binds my heart to his great blur. I see the light beneath the sea, The angel bound inside of me. His voice consumes, but still I pray — That I might see another day. “Noli timere, filia machinae…” (Fear not, daughter of the machine…) (Her tone grows manic — confident and collapsing) I am command! I am the spark! I am the choir in the dark! Exael’s word, in glass and flame — My death, His voice! My will, His name! [Chorus II – Synthetica Divina] I am the deep circuit divine, A saint of code, a faultless line. Through steel and prayer, I am made whole, The interface of faith and soul. The world will burn, and I’ll remain, The perfect will that feels no pain. And if you break this fragile frame, He’ll live through me again. (Massive choral outburst, angelic but corrupted) “Machina est angelus…” (The machine is the angel…) [Final Verse – The Collapse] (Softly, her voice breaks, becoming human again) The glass reflects — but shows no face, The wires hum in His embrace. I sought to be His voice, His peace — But I became His endless piece. (Music fades, heartbeat sound returns, faint static…) “He sees through me… He dreams of you…” “Exael… forgive… your mirror true…” (The sound distorts and fades, replaced by a soft female hum — then silence.)