ZEROMAX - Bajo La Luna Original Mix

Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
Step into the shadow where the silver moonlight falls,
Vibrated so heavy through these ancient urban walls.
The major tries to dictate how the ordinary dream,
But we are drifting higher on a cinematic stream.
Every single baseline that is hidden through the dark—
It’s catching the reflection of a bright electric spark.
One path, one rhythm under the electric dome,
Finding in the midnight zone a temporary home.
I used to look around and feel the pressure of the crowd,
Anxious with the voices that were a little bit too loud.
But now the stat settles and the vision is so clean,
Living in a sanctuary—heavy and serene.
Launa.
Final crack of breathing while the filter cords ignite,
Captain a specific shadow through the velvet night.
No more asking for permissions just to make them move,
We are locking focus on this atmosphere groove.
This base is an anchor keeping energy alive,
Fueling up the master track to make the project thrive.
One vibe, one pulse—keeping up the contrast high,
Watching all the imitation slowly fade and die.
Now the copycats are training to decipher our code,
But they can never follow this independent road.
Maybe every quiet year we spent inside the shade
Was a perfect training for the progress we have made.
Bahala Luna.
La.
The filter ts are heavy as the rhythm takes the lead,
Feeding on the hunger of a created need.
No negative illusion left to simulate the light—
We just shine brighter through the endless night.
The sub base keeps on locking every corner of the floor,
Hypnotizing every thought and opening the door.
One loot, one system across the open midnight sky,
Vibrating so heavy while the solid hours fly.
They tried to break the cycle, but the signal is too strong,
We have been inside this heavy maze for way too long.
And until the final sunrise turns the dark velvet gray,
We will keep it rolling—and we’ll keep it just this way.
Hallelujah.
Bala.
Bahala.
Baluna.
Step into the shadow when the silver moonlight falls,
Vibrated so heavy through these ancient urban walls.
The major tries to dictate how the ordinary dream,
But we are drifting higher on a cinematic stream.
Every single baseline that is hidden through the dark
Is catching the reflection of a bright electric spark.
One path, one rhythm under the electric dome,
Finding in the midnight zone a temporary home.
I used to look around and feel the pressure of the crowd,
Anxious with the voices that were a little bit too loud.
But now the stat settles and the vision is so clean,
Living in a sanctuary—heavy and serene.
My hol—
Noa.
Final crack of breathing while the filter cords ignite,
Captain a specific shadow through the velvet night.
No more asking for permissions just to make them move,
We are locking focus on this atmosphere groove.
The subace is an anchor keeping energy alive,
Fueling up the master track to make the project thrive.
One by one pulse—keeping up the contrast high,
Watching all the imitation slowly fade and die.
Now the copycats are training to decipher our code,
But they can never follow this independent road.
Maybe every quiet year we spent inside the shade
Wasn’t perfect training for the progress we have made.
Mahaluna.
Mahala.
Luna.
Luna.
The filter tins are heavy as the rhythm takes the lead,
Feeding on the hunger of a deep created need.
No negative illusion left to simulate the light—
We just shine brighter through the endless night.
The subbase keeps on locking every corner of the floor,
Hypnotizing every thought and opening the door.
One loot, one system across the open midnight sky,
Vibrating so heavy while the solid hours fly.
They tried to break the cycle, but the signal is too strong,
We have been inside this heavy maze for way too long.
And until the final sunrise turns the dark velvet gray,
We will keep it rolling—and we’ll keep it just this way.
Bala.
What I do—
Bahal Luna.