[Humming] (Humming tune) [Rapid Rap] Carven in runes on the birch-bark scroll, Tongue of the tribes when the twilight stole. Whispers in ash, I arise from the mold, Of ancestors’ oath that the mountains hold. Brannoc’s breath in the wind I ride, Oakroot steps where the wraiths confide. Blood in the horn, I chant and stride, Word-bound fury where the lost reside. Sidhe-song slither in syllables bent, Time's old echo in iron’s lament. Rhythm of war with a druid’s intent, Fast as the fire through the firmament sent. I don’t rap for the flesh or gold — I spit spells from the age of old. In ogham script, let the truth unfold, My verses burn like the Mead of Mold. [Folk Instruments] [Chorus] [Female light vocals] By stone and flame, by sky and sea, We rise as one from memory. Hear the oathbound cry, wild and free— A voice reborn in agony… [Screamed Gritty Male] OATH! BLOOD! BONE! FIRE! SPEAK! FATE! NAME! LIAR! [Female light] Echoes of the ages thrum — [Male gritty] We are the storm! We are the drum! [Verse2] Windwalk, wyrm-talk, runes in flame, Syllable strikes like a sword with a name. Rhythmic rites in a raven’s refrain, Memory sharp like a blade in brain. Breathe through stone, speak through bone, Words are weapons when cast alone. Verse like venom in a Druid’s tone, Spells in the cadence of the warhorn's moan. I spit like Lugh with a sling in hand, Verses crash like a tide on land. Lyrical rites in a sacred band, Flow like a river carved by command. Hearken now to the heart of storm, Where the old gods howl and the stars deform — I bring forth wrath in the mortal form, Bard turned beast where the worlds transform. [Chorus] [Female light vocals] By stone and flame, by sky and sea, We rise as one from memory. Hear the oathbound cry, wild and free— A voice reborn in agony… [Screamed Gritty Male] OATH! BLOOD! BONE! FIRE! SPEAK! FATE! NAME! LIAR! [Female light] Echoes of the ages thrum — [Male gritty] We are the storm! We are the drum! [Bridge - Chanting] Senos trextos, gnā Belenos Dagos lugus, gorto venos, Trugilon nemeton, u̯indon aeternos Cala! Cala! Enternon nos! [Silence Whispered] When words became weapons, the gods gave us rhythm. When fire forgot its name, we became the flame. [Rap] I rise like the smoke from the funeral pyre, Mouth full of glyphs and a soul of fire. Spit like a storm through the ancient lyre, Breath of the gods in the lungs of the squire. I am wrath of the wheel when the circle turns, Ink of the blood when the sigil burns. Chant in the dark where the silence learns, That rhythm is war and the truth returns. Hear my pace — it’s a war drum quake! Every bar is a blade, every rhyme I stake! No chains hold me, no grave can take — I rap like a wraith in a world awake! This is fire from the deep, this is fate unshackled, Voice of the forest and steel embattled. Echo of oath where the soul gets rattled — I’m the STORM you summon when the stars have battled! [Screamed Gritty Male] OATH! BLOOD! BONE! FIRE! SPEAK! FATE! NAME! LIAR! [Female light] Echoes of the ages thrum — [Male gritty] We are the storm! We are the drum!
