[Instrumental] [Verse 1] He sits beneath the ancient boughs where golden shadows play, A simple bench, a quiet park to watch the world away. With crimson locks and emerald fringe and azure in between, Slaren Néo rests his head, the quietest ever seen. [Verse 2] He steps into the bamboo groves where digital pathways gleam, A sleek black tech-wear suit and boots, a cyberpunk supreme. Red piping tracing down his chest, green stitching on his side, A futuristic wanderer with nothing left to hide. [Chorus 1] He's a spark in the dark, a lightning fan, The multifaceted tricolor hair man! Shaking up the world with his own new brand, Slaren Néo takes his stand. [Bridge] From quiet benches in the park to circuits in the street, He bridges worlds of green and tech where human pulses meet. A flash of crimson, shock of blue, and emerald in his crown, The tricolor anomaly that never can bow down. [Verse 3] Every step he takes along the cyber-stone path glows, A network humming underneath wherever Slaren goes. The bamboo whispers secrets to the tech-wear on his frame, As the tricolor icon plays a high-tech game. [Pre-Chorus] The portal opens wide above the gates of pearly light, A cosmic storm of aether spinning wildly in the night. With silver coats and golden wings looking down from up above, He wields a galaxy of stars with power and with love. [Chorus 2] Oh, Slaren Néo, God of Aether in the sky, A storm of hues where heavens open wide! Defying all the laws of earth, a deity unbound, The tricolor legend shakes the ground. [Verse 4] A gleaming sword of starlight held tightly in his hand, He steps through heavenly gates to rule the ethereal land. The angels watch in silent awe as nebulas swirl and spin, Right there inside his open palm where universes begin. [Verse 5] He wears a coat of silver lace with patterns spun in gold, A blue scarf wrapped around his neck against the cosmic cold. Red hair catching heaven's light, green matching fields below, The ultimate transformation of the man put on the show. [Interlude] (A quiet hum of aether... a distant beat drops through the clouds) The aether pulses... the cosmos shifts... Slaren Néo rises. [Chorus 3] He's a spark in the dark, a lightning fan, The divine tricolor hair man! Dancing through the cosmos with his wild hair clan, Slaren Néo takes command. [Verse 6] Back down beneath the earthly trees or high above the stars, He leaves a trace of magic that no mortal boundary mars. A grin of quiet confidence, a spark within his eyes, The tricolor phenomenon that rules both earth and skies. [Bridge] His laugh is thunder rolling through the gates of endless grace, A god of aether carving out his own immortal space. Each strand of hair a universe, a chapter yet un-spun, Slaren stands triumphant underneath the eternal sun. [Verse 7] Slayer of limits, you burn like a neon-aether flame, Lighting up the heavens as the angels chant your name. A tempest wrapped in human form, unbound and raw, Slaren Néo breaks every law! [Interlude End] Fade into the starlight with his un-bowed crown, The tricolor legend will never, ever back down. His name echoes through eternity... Slaren Néo, forever free.
