Lost Island Crimson Canopy

Описание: Insipired by Ark Survival Evolved and Ascended , song is on the Lost Island map, but there is a twist in it. You are a vampire.
Music made by Suno AI .
Website : https://suno.com/
Video made in: https://vizzy.io
Project by:Rashan

Lyrics:

Beneath the canopy—no stars can breathe… Only the moon… and teeth.

Wet emerald darkness, vines like chains, silver rain on ancient veins, Temple stones with mossy scars, jungle eats the fallen stars. I step where orchids hide their eyes, and something hungry imitates my sighs.

Hush… the bushes learn my name, every shadow holds a flame… One snap of twig—one velvet blur— and I feel the night confer.
Lost Island—crimson canopy, A paradise that preys on me, Through orchid-sweet and serpent-grin, I wear the fear beneath my skin. Lost Island—don’t turn your head, The leaves have mouths, the dark is fed, Where every breath is sacred glass, and every path can be your last.

Amargasaurus—spines of bone, moving like a storm-king’s throne, Plated backs like altar blades, cutting through the fevered shade. Their footsteps shake the jungle floor, as if the island chants for war.

In thunder steps and ancient breath, I smell the hymn of life and death… And somewhere close, behind the green, a silent laugh is heard unseen.

Lost Island—crimson canopy, A paradise that preys on me, Through orchid-sweet and serpent-grin, I wear the fear beneath my skin. Lost Island—don’t turn your head, The leaves have mouths, the dark is fed, Where every breath is sacred glass, and every path can be your last.

Sinomacrops—midnight kites, leather wings in lantern lights, Cling to shoulders, guide my route, through ruined halls the vines reroute. They chirp like warnings, soft and thin— “Don’t trust the hush… it’s where they’ve been.”

A ripple in the underbrush, a sudden stillness—no more hush… The jungle holds its breath for one, as if a hunter’s near-begun.

Don’t blink. Don’t breathe. He’s in the leaves. A cape of night—
a throat of need—
and then… no sound…
just blood on green.

Baboon-faced raiders, savage choir, eyes like coals and stolen fire, They screech from branches, shake the trees, mock my steps with feral glee. I answer low, with colder art— a predator with a patient heart.

They laugh—then stop—then scatter wide, like something worse just stepped outside… A hush so sharp it splits the skin— and I feel fangs within the wind.

Down the labyrinth—stone and thorn, paths that twist where fear is born, Torchlight bleeds on carvings old, serpents, moons, and eyes of gold. Each corner promises a throat, each corridor—a tightening coat.

No map can save you, no dawn can stay, only drumbeats show the way… If you lose yourself in jungle stone, the island makes you not-alone.

Lost Island—crimson canopy, A paradise that preys on me, Through orchid-sweet and serpent-grin, I wear the fear beneath my skin. Lost Island—don’t turn your head, The leaves have mouths, the dark is fed, Where every breath is sacred glass, and every path can be your last.

In velvet vines, the moonlight crawls, I hear my heartbeat on temple walls, The jungle sings in predator key, And every bush could swallow me. So walk—slow—silent—eyes up high, In Lost Island’s throat… we live or die.

Lost Island—crimson canopy, A paradise that preys on me, Through orchid-sweet and serpent-grin, I wear the fear beneath my skin. Lost Island—don’t turn your head, The leaves have mouths, the dark is fed, Where every breath is sacred glass, and every path can be your last.

If you feel the bushes move… Run.

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