Song
Artemis II (Huntress in Orbit)
Ancient mythology meets twenty-first-century spaceflight — with a side-eye at the conspiracy theorists insisting it’s all a soundstage. 'Artemis II (Huntress in Orbit)' follows the huntress back towards the Moon, where myth becomes machinery and telemetry becomes poetry. Against the scrolling disbelief, there are numbers, signals, fire and code: evidence of what humans can achieve when we look beyond the noise and choose to explore.
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Verse
They say it’s wires on a painted sky,
A silver lie in vacuum light —
But I’ve seen the numbers breathe and bloom,
Equations carving through the night.
Cape fire blooming, engines cry,
A pulse that splits the atmosphere,
While voices whisper “it’s all fake” —
Static ghosts I will not hear.
Pre Chorus
Count the stars in telemetry,
Every signal sings to me —
Chorus
Artemis, draw your bow tonight,
Silver hunter in the void,
Circle Earth in sacred flight,
Every myth and maths employed.
We are more than dirt and doubt,
More than screens that glitch and shout —
I believe the fire, the code, the climb,
I believe we cross that line.
Verse
Four souls tracing lunar arcs,
No footprints yet, just promise drawn,
A ribbon round the ancient face
Of a goddess watching on.
She ran with wolves through forest dark,
Now rides in circuits, calm and cold,
Her arrows now are ion trails,
Her myth rewritten, bright and bold.
Pre Chorus
You can scroll your disbelief,
Feed the algorithm grief —
Chorus
Artemis, draw your bow tonight,
Silver hunter in the void,
Circle Earth in sacred flight,
Every myth and maths employed.
We are more than noise and fear,
More than feeds that disappear —
I believe the flame, the proof, the climb,
I believe we cross that line.
Bridge
“Soundstage.”
“Green screen.”
“Nothing leaves the atmosphere.”
— but the numbers don’t lie —
— and the sky doesn’t care —
— and the burn marks are real —
Chorus
Artemis, loose your arrow far,
Thread the darkness, curve the blue,
Bring us back a nearer star,
Bring the Moon a human view.
Let them doubt and let them scroll,
We are leaving signal trails —
In the silence, in the code,
Truth is written where myth sails.
Outro
Hunter, hunt the edge of night,
Circle once, then come home bright.