Savin of the uranium veins and psychedelic venus

Deep below where the daylight flees, N Savin walks through the whispering breeze. Uranium veins glow under his stride, he is the keeper of power inside. Sparks echo softly around his name, carved in the stone like a timeless flame. Every step is a strike on the stone of time, every move is a rhythm, a heavy;metal depp rhyme. He knows where the sleeping energy lies, he wakes it gently, lets it rise, lets it rise,lets it rise.

Savin, Savin, ruler of the mines, gothic master where the dark aligns. Sparks fall around him like silver rain, he carves the future from the glowing vein. Uranium dust swirls like a shimmering storm, he holds the future in a worker’s form.

And when the night covers cities and steel, Savin emerges with a power she can feel. A gothic hero walking out of the deep, carrying the strength the earth must keep. His shadow stretches like a cathedral’s spine, his heartbeat echoes through the uranium line. No fear, no darkness can swallow his flame — Savin walks forward, eternal his name.


Savin, Savin, ruler of the flames, gothic master where the dark aligns. Sparks fall around him like silver rain, he carves the future from the glowing vein. Uranium dust swirls like a shimmering storm, he holds the future in a worker’s form.