[Intro]
(A distorted Shakuhachi flute melody rises over a low, humming synthesizer. The sound of rain on glass. A heavy, industrial kick-drum begins to pulse like a heartbeat.)
[Verse 1]
Eighty floors above the street, where the neon dies
She watches Night City through digital eyes
Wrapped in Kusanagi silk and gold-leaf lace
The ghost of an empire written on her face
A scent of sandalwood and ozone in the air
The weight of a dynasty in the way she pins her hair
Not just a woman—a sovereign, a storm
In a custom-tailored, lethal form.
[Pre-Chorus]
(Music thins out, leaving only a sharp, rhythmic Shamisen pluck)
Satin skin, a golden glow
Secrets only the servers know
One look, your pulse begins to race
One word, she’ll wipe you from the space.
[Chorus]
Hanako... Daughter of the Dragon’s breath
Dressed in elegance, flirting with death
A heartbreaker in a chrome-plated world
Where the Arasaka banner is forever unfurled
Mature, magnetic, a mistress of the cold
With a body of velvet and a spirit of gold
She’s the Empress of the Void, the high-tech flame
Night City trembles at the mention of her name.
[Verse 2]
(The bass gets heavier, more aggressive—classic Darkwave grit)
Exclusive lace beneath the corporate steel
She’s the only thing in this city that’s real
A cougar on the hunt in a penthouse suite
The world is a prayer lying at her feet
She doesn't need a gun, she uses her grace
To put the rebels and the rats in their place
Daring and dashing, a high-fashion blade
In the shadow of the Tower, her legend is made.
[Bridge]
(Glitchy vocal effects, the music becomes atmospheric and "underwater")
Soulkiller whispers... (Mikoshi calls)
The legend never fades... (The empire never falls)
She’s the architect of souls, the keeper of the key
Silk-skinned goddess of the technocracy.
(A sudden, distorted Koto solo breaks through the digital noise)
[Chorus]
Hanako... Daughter of the Dragon’s breath
Dressed in elegance, flirting with death
A heartbreaker in a chrome-plated world
Where the Arasaka banner is forever unfurled
Mature, magnetic, a mistress of the cold
With a body of velvet and a spirit of gold
She’s the Empress of the Void, the high-tech flame
Night City trembles at the mention of her name.
[Outro]
(The heavy beat slows down. The Shakuhachi flute returns, mourning and beautiful)
Golden skin...
Obsidian heart...
She’ll tear your digital world apart.
Arasaka-sama...
(Fade to static and the sound of a single chime)
