Beat hits — go! Run — don’t slow! Bass shakes bones! Rave at the stone! Pipes scream loud, push through the crowd! Future is now, we don’t come down! Run fast, no stop, house kick shaking the ground. Jump hard, don’t think, we are ritual and sound. Ancient power, future heat, bassline tearing through the trees. Celtic rhythm, techno speed — come on, move with me. [INSTRUMENTAL] Raise the harp of endless memory, strike the strings of silver noise. House drums shake the forest, Techno shakes our bones with joy. This is ritual, this is data, this is pulse and prophecy. Ancient breath meets cold math, folk meets electricity. So spin around the glowing stone, let the year 3000 ignite. Tonight we are myth and machine — Celtic rave beyond the night.
