SPIRITS RISE

Verse 1 — Epic Neon Celtic In the glow of the rising neon sky, Pipes are crying through the mountains high. Shadows stretch on the ultraviolet road, Where the myths of the old world overflow. Chrome reflections on the warrior’s face, Every heartbeat locked in time and space. Ancient winds through the circuitry flow, Calling me back to the place I know. --- Pre‑Chorus — Analog Ascension Through the static of forgotten time, A fire wakes beneath the chrome‑blue light. Echoes dance on the analog tide, Guiding my soul to the other side. --- Chorus — Retro‑Epic, Heroic, Bright Rise with the neon spirits, Run where the legends fly. Cornamuse blazing through the skyline, Carving our names in light. We are the storm that never fades, The pulse of a fearless night. We are the fire in the wires, Burning beyond the sky. --- 🔥 Verse 2 — Trance + Native American Drums Drums awaken the dust of sacred ground, Rhythms bloom where the lost are found. Arps like stars in a spiral of sound, Lifting my soul as the world spins around. Footsteps echo in a circle of flame, Every spirit rising without shame. Hands to the sky as the daylight breaks, Dancing in the path the ancestors made. --- Bridge — Spiritual, Ascending, Ritual Voices rising in a halo of fire, Calling the earth by its ancient choir. Every heartbeat a path to the sky, Every shadow learning to fly. Winds of memory whisper my name, Carving truth in the glowing rain. I feel the world turning inside me, A ritual pulse setting me free. --- 🌑 Verse 3 — Dark Celtic Choir + Techno Rave Choirs whisper in a language carved in stone, Deep as the roots where the old gods roam. Bass like thunder shaking through my bones, A ritual pulse pulling me home. Moonlit runes ignite the ground, As tribal drums and lasers pound. A thousand voices in the night, Merging shadow, myth, and light. --- Ritual Drop — Mystical, Ancestral, Energetic Spirits rising, spirals turning, Ancient blood and circuits burning. Through the dark, the path is clear, Every echo draws me near. --- Final Chorus — Ritual‑Epic, Expanded Rise with the neon spirits, Run where the legends fly. Through tribal fire and the midnight choir, We cross the veil tonight. We are the storm that never fades, The echo of ancient light. Cornamuse calling through the ages, Guiding our souls to rise. --- Outro — Cinematic, Ethereal Neon winds carry me home, Through the wires where the wild dreams roam. In the silence after the storm, I hear the old world reborn.