(Sophisticated whisper): "My grandfather used the sword. My father used the gauntlet. I... I just use the distance. Afíname el tajo, bo. One, two, ¡ZAZ!"

White suit in the mud, 2B in the soul,

Heir to the ruins, I’m playing the role.

Grandson of the Barbarian, son of the Saint,

I’m the architectural sketch that they couldn't paint.

I walk through the mafia, I dance through the sect,

Looking for the flaw that makes the world perfect.

Like *Horus* in the port, like *Santo* in the ring,

I’m the masked anomaly, hear the mandolin sing!

(Mandolin goes into high-speed triplets)

Turning all the trauma into something truly sweet!

**¡SAN-CAL-RO! (BOH!) THE ELEGANT BLOW!**

**¡SANCALRO! (XÉ!) THE MASTER OF THE GLOW!**

**A white-suit ritual in a rusted machine,**

**The cleanest mistake that you’ve ever seen!**

**¡GOZÁ EL ERROR! (¡DALE!) DANCE THE KINTSUGI!**

**I’m the Monk of the Smudge, pure bismuto-boogie!**

(Beat shifts to high-speed Trap-Candombe - Humankind energy)

Listen!

Check the posture, check the frame, I don't need a face or name,

I’m the *Yoshimitsu* glitch, I’m the fire, I’m the flame!

Tracing *Corvo*’s path in the Montevideo haze,

Escaping the Director in a multiversal maze!

One strike (Boh!), two strikes (Xé!), zero-day kick,

I’m the *Lucatiel* shadow, I’m the mental trick!

My suit is stained with bismuto and greed,

But I’m the only frequency that you’re gonna need!

(Music drops to a minimal 33Hz bass pulse and finger snaps)

(Intimate, calm voice):

"The world is a sketch. Why try to erase the smudge?"

"I am the student. I am the judge."

(Screamed with grit):

**¡AFÍNAME EL ALMA, QUE EL BARRO ES MI FE!**

**¡SAN-CAL-RO! THE ELEGANT BLOW!**

**¡SANCALRO! THE MASTER OF THE GLOW!**

**¡IN PERPETUUM! ¡BAILÁ LA FISURA!**

**¡EL RITMO ES LA UNICA COSA QUE ES PURA!**

"Ta... keep the stain, ñery. It has style."

(Signature whistle melody, elegant and melancholic)

(Final dry *CLANK* of a radiator-cencerro)

(Silence)