Spirits of the mountain, open up the gate The soil is dry, the shadows hibernate We plant the seed of life into the mother's chest Nyi Pohaci awake from your sacred rest! Behold the Paparakoan lattice, the sacred compass lines! A modern code encrypted inside the old designs! Hear the Talingtit calling, the command is getting loud A thousand cybernetic souls are moving through the crowd! The soil is dry, the sky is black There is no choice, no turning back! The bamboo rattles, the guitar screams The earth is waking from its dreams! STRIKE THE DUST! AWAKE THE DUST! As the Aseuk strikes the ground, the frequency is clear! With the Angklung in our hands, we conquer every fear! Rise! Sanghyang Asri! Break the digital chains! Let the golden harvest flow inside our cyber veins! Through the mechanical wood, the sacred spirit grows Where the fire glows! Step by step, the women move, dropping seeds into the clay Reprogramming the fertile soil to wash the death away No corporate greed, no digital greed, just the Riruw grace The ancient tribe of Kanekes is moving through the space We plug the bamboo cables directly to the stone Reclaiming the throne! DIG THE HOLE! FEED THE SOIL! SACRED GROUND! SACRED RITUAL! (Scream) SMASH THE EARTH!!! As the Aseuk strikes the ground, the frequency is clear! With the Angklung in our hands, we conquer every fear! Rise! Sanghyang Asri! Break the digital chains! Let the golden harvest flow inside our cyber veins! Through the mechanical wood, the sacred spirit grows Where the fire glows! The ground has spoken. The connection is complete. Rest now... in the soil.
