Plasma Cathedral

Ritual of gears begins
Chrome-lit prayers under my skin
Obsidian roads, whisper chants
Engines roaring battle-dance

Eyes like twin eclipsing moons
Clockwork fate ignites too soon
Glass horizons bow and bend
When the sacred tires descend

No allegiance, no decree
Just the gospel of high speed
Every second is a blade
And I’m slicing through the shade

Welcome to the Plasma Cathedral
Where the saints wear sparks and deceitful
Burning rubber for the final hymn
Light and death in full rhythm

Ride into the Plasma Cathedral
Vows are sealed with the illegal
Every turn’s a coded prayer
I find redemption in the flare

Mirrors fracture on my trail
Quantum ash becomes my veil
Neon psalms in static tongues
Chanted from electric lungs

Typhoon circuits guide the path
Orbiting the edge of wrath
Angels race in V8 grace
Silhouettes of endless chase

No salvation, no reverse
Just the beauty of the burst
Let the fire write my name
In the asphalt of the flame

Welcome to the Plasma Cathedral
Where we pray with wheels and diesel
Every sin’s a holy drift
Every crash a soul uplift

Drive into the Plasma Cathedral
Sanctify the illegal
Baptized in the nitro storm
I feel divine when I transform

High above the mortal lanes
I dissolve all human chains
Hear my spirit, engine-sung
In this temple for the young

This is the Plasma Cathedral
Where no gods remain medieval
Burn your fears into the chrome
This velocity’s my home

Born into the Plasma Cathedral
Built from dreams unstable, lethal
One last race to end the war—
And I am speed, forevermore