[Intro] Cold chrome coffin Drifting past black suns Old flag fading On rusted guns Static prayers In a dead tongue hiss He laughs Unshaven Says "All of this is his" [Verse 1] Madman from the mountains Passport made of scars Pocket full of broken teeth Maps to stolen stars Muttered jokes in Romanian To the busted control screen "Today I crown myself a king Of everything unseen" [Chorus] Time capsule over Carpathia Spinning in a crooked halo He came to own the emptiness But the void said "Stay low" Time capsule over Carpathia He screams "This throne is mine" Then the walls rip open sideways And the worlds crawl through the spine (woah-oh, worlds crawl through the spine) [Verse 2] First thing through A goat with seven eyes Playing bone-wood fiddle Over children’s lullabies Next A choir made of insects Clicking in 7/9 Their shadows stomp in circles Around his fragile mind Then a thousand metal forests Walk in on iron feet Each tree wears a gas mask Each root grows a beat Drums like cannons in a canyon Voices shredding Raw and torn Every scream a different planet Every riff a newborn storm [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] He shouts "I’m the virus!" They hiss "We’re the code" He says "I’ll rule this cosmos!" They laugh "You missed the vote" [growled vocals] Tentacles of radio Wrap around his neck Every ego Every anthem Pulled apart Dissected Checked [whispered vocals] Tiny folk tune in his memory Grandma’s kitchen Bitter bread Spills out of the ship’s old speakers Wakes the ghosts he thought were dead [crescendo] Creatures stop their war-dance Turn toward that trembling sound All those jaws and mirrored faces Sway like wheat above the ground [Chorus] [Outro] Now he dances with the monsters Boots on broken satellite Bare throat Raw voice Laughing As they shake the endless night His crown’s a cracked antenna Still humming distant prayer A mad Romanian emperor Of everywhere and nowhere

folk, Genre-bending EDM / folk / electro metal hybrid, male vocals. Opens with glitched choirs over pulsing arps, then drops into djent-style guitars and distorted screamo layers. Verses ride a half-time trap-metal groove with folky fiddle motifs; chorus explodes into 4-on-the-floor EDM with stacked gang shouts and gothic choir pads. Outro collapses into glitchy ambience and a single distant fiddle., metal, metalcore, edm, screamo, electro

Time Capsule Over Carpathia