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Nemesis
Ambient
Nemesis was released on April 8, 2026 by wishmaster as a part of the album Icarus
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AlbumIcarus
Release DateApril 8, 2026
Labelwishmaster
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SUNO
SUNO
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Makarios Sigalas
Makarios Sigalas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SUNO
SUNO
Producer

Lyrics

You sought fires
And rekindled chrysalises
Ruthlessly veering off
From the natural light
Of the blooming wreath
And you ran
You vanished
In the ripe enchantments of daze
And in the secret echoes
That shimmer with naked tastes
Honey and sweet quince
You veered rhythmically
Through the chambers of memory
With a red thread
Tied to your thumb
Making circles
And giving commands
Shivers in the acute sensation
Of the spine
The stars weave adornments
And hang them on your chest
At this hour
When thought wandered
The fates stood silent
Dressing you, poor one
In the darkness of separation
Generously offering an escape
Time took you
And you began to count
The culprits
Victims and perpetrators of a generation
Lifeless, frail, panicked
Dreams gasp…
The lantern blows wonders
And sows tempests
Sobs of an enchanted flute
Keeping you awake
With the serenade of separation
And with the iambic fifteen-syllable
To repeat
What they taught you in school
And what life did not teach you
As in a narcotic hallucination, pain
Mirrors thorns and grim nails
You stumble, you fall low
Fiery eyes, the redeemed passions
A hymn to Ariadne
The humbled pain, the blood mingled with the kiss
Nemesis was born
Child of Destruction
Lament, sob, ash, love…
You drag the dance of the Delphic priesthood
You gaze in a trance
In underground caves
That drip dizziness and stone
The palm is wounded
But more so the heart
To spin circles
Once in the rain
Once in the frost
Once in the sun
And once in the sway of the wind
Night guides you, the Pleiades
To dark shores
The Argives seek revenge
For the cruel fate
And the wounds of delusion
With gifts of uncrafted swords
That bathe in death
The thought has aged
To be restless
And you began to wander
With a foreign body
On crimson bridges
And in violet cells
In the rose-colored of the Creator
The mind nests
A waste of wishes
And the thought is ungrateful
In the shadow of the moon
A forgotten dawn
Rests fragrant with colors
Counts the strokes of a Picasso
That does not fit
In the measured volume of your mind
Times two
Written by: Makarios Sigalas
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