Welcome to the Sylvan Cinematic Universe. Full music video can be watched at: https://www.youtube.com/@JustaSylver https://rumble.com/user/JustaSylver Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4yiaakncWelbHIsPB4zVW3?si=k9p9dpJcSJSZZ0x4gUtT5Q Youtube Music: https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCrd-mlM0sZgAWaOPwqlzRvA?si=0P_0WWcKz68zCIP_ Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/justa-sylver/1847781960 Sylvan Mythos Complete Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/48XIOp11Oc0wcDOkgbHcEg?si=f567058a092842d8 [First verse] Saturn doesn't always step onto the playground He's not for feint of heart, not for childish array But when celestial tax season starts, he smiles grand Knowing crooks and thieves can no longer evade [First pre-chorus] And Morrigan, well, she's taking commissions Guild papers stamped, party of one, start the hunt 'Tis the season, 'tis the season (she's the reason) [First chorus] Under this ignited magenta sky The great old ones open their weary eyes Uncased from their stone, unthawed to the bone Under this ignited magenta sky The great old ones throw away mortal disguises And reclaim their silently echoed names [Second verse] She'd wrap barbed wire around her spear just to hear The plea of an unapologetic villain Begging for unearned mercy, a saving grace But they should be thankful she instead clenches fist [Second pre-chorus] Knuckles white, attitude sharp, real ones don't LARP Family cares for family, they number few Next on the list - huntress mark, queen of the harpies [Second chorus] Under this ignited magenta sky The great old ones open their weary eyes Uncased from their stone, unthawed to the bone Under this ignited magenta sky The great old ones throw away mortal disguises And reclaim their silently echoed names [Bridge] Graveyards aren't where the dead rest easy, no Whether petrified or frozen, their souls get squeezed By pressure of cyclical seasons, the wuh-rld Is a centrifuge of flammable oxygen And sometimes.. you dream of striking the final match.. [Second chorus] Under this ignited magenta sky The great old ones open their weary eyes Uncased from their stone, unthawed to the bone Under this ignited magenta sky The great old ones throw away mortal disguises And reclaim their silently echoed names
