Track Insight / Lyrics
Sorcerer's blade, under moonless skies
Gliding through pines, off telephone lines
I carve a path, where echoes reside
Through woodland-edge darkness, shadows divide
Whispering wind, an ancient, secret tongue
In silver-etched trees, stories are sung
The night air hums, with supple, liquid tone
Inviting me deeper, to secrets unknown
Neon forest edge, where magic is made
Midnight's pulse beats, in this darkened shade
Glossy leaves glimmer, by city lights' gleam
Neon forest edge, a witcher's dream
Subtler now, the pulse begins to quicken
Synths warm up, with an eerie, unfurling
An invitation to let the darkness take hold
As the music swells, a witcher's soul to mold
Massive synths, densely layered and high
808s thunder, vocals pitch-bent, flying by
Neon undergrowth sways, with a plastic sheen
In this artificial night, the witcher's unseen
By telegraph poles, a watcher I stand
Pine shadows drape, across the moonless land
Critical wind carries phrases, meant for my ear
Wisdom from the wild, that only Night can hear
Whispering wind, an ancient, secret tongue
In silver-etched trees, stories are sung
The night air hums, with supple, liquid tone
Inviting me deeper, to secrets unknown
Neon forest edge, where magic is made
Midnight's pulse beats, in this darkened shade
Glossy leaves glimmer, by city lights' gleam
Neon forest edge, a witcher's dream
From a distance, the city lights shine bright
A siren's call, beckoning through the night
Yet here I stay, in this woodland's heart
For magic's essence, beats beneath electric art
Synths soar high, vocals slice through the mix
808s stomp, in a rhythm that fixates
Neon undergrowth sways, with a plastic sheen
In this artificial night, the witcher's unseen
(Soft pads fade out, leaving only the hum of the grid)
