[Dark African Tribe Intro] A mane like fire, a roar that splits the sky, I wear the beast within, and I will never die. [Verse1] A werewolf's curse, a venom bite, Beneath the pale and crooked light. They thought I'd twist, they thought I'd fall, A beast to answer hatred's call. But deep inside, a growl awoke – Not wolf, not jackal, but a cloak Of golden fur and blazing eyes, A lion born from sacrifice. [Chorus] I am a shaman, ancient knowledge I scored. Courage as armor, and wisdom my sword. Skinwalker's gift — it shed my human guise, With fangs and claws, I see through lion eyes. [short interlude with african drums] [Verse2] Shapeshifter, walking through the veil, My spirit's thread will never fail Witcher's oath and lion's mane, I heal the wound and break all chains. Guardian, keeper, wise and old, My tale in every leaf is told, Curse turned blessing, plight to power, I blossom like a midnight flower. Among village huts, in jungle green, Your protector is never seen, But felt in every whispered prayer, When the lion roars, they know I'm there. [Step-Up Modulation Chorus] I am a shaman, ancient knowledge I scored. Courage as armor, and wisdom my sword. Skinwalker's gift — it shed my human guise, With fangs and claws, I see through lion eyes. [short interlude dark african choir] [Outro] Yet when darkness tries to bind, The lion's heart is all I find. Vindicator, healer, bold and true – The shaman sees the whole world through. So if you wander forests, deep and gray, And hear a howl that sings a different way — Know me around, because I am there, A shaman's spirit will take on you here.
