Echoes of the Ancient Grove - Every Metal Genre Series #8

[Intro – Acoustic guitars, distant war drums, deep throat singing] (Whispers of the wind, calling…) (Through the trees, the spirits cry…) Beneath the stars, where the old gods dream, A fire burns, its embers gleam. [Verse 1 – Folk-infused melodies, driving drums] Through mist and stone, our voices rise, Under the pale and moonlit skies. Echoes dance where shadows creep, Guardians of the forest deep. The elder oak, the runes untold, The rivers carved in veins of gold. With spear and song, with blade and will, We stand as one, unbroken still. [Chorus – Soaring vocals, triumphant chants] Raise your horns! To the earth and sky! Let the flames of the ancients never die! Through storm and strife, through fire’s embrace, We march as one with the gods of this place! [Verse 2 – Heavier riffing, battle-hardened vocals] Thunder cracks upon the hills, A distant call, the blood runs still. Beneath the watchful eye of crows, The iron clashing, fate bestows. The wolf still howls, the mountains roar, A legacy of those before. Bound by steel, by oath, by might, We tread the path of endless night. [Bridge – Slow, atmospheric break, with flutes and whispered chants] The wind sighs through the ancient trees… A voice carried far, lost upon the breeze… From ashes we rise, to dust we fall… But the gods remember all… [Chorus – Full force, grand orchestration] Raise your horns! To the earth and sky! Let the flames of the ancients never die! Through storm and strife, through fire’s embrace, We march as one with the gods of this place! [Outro – Acoustic fade-out, eerie echoes] (Through the trees, the spirits roam…) (Under the stars, we find our home…) A fire still burns where the warriors fell, Their voices carried by the mountain’s swell.