[Intro – low chest growl] Breath pulls deep… ground hums back… Cold air curls… spine stays awake… [Hook] Step lands heavy, dust twists in the air, Chest beats slow like a drum made of stone. Voice scrapes low, carved rough and bare, Shadow on the ridge, claiming its zone. Thunder in the throat, no echo repeats, Foot to the soil, each pulse like a mark. Lines cut sharp through metallic beats, Call of the dark shapes the weight of the bark. [Verse 1] Grit on the tongue, breath shaped like a blade, Bass bends thick, folds light into shade. Ground speaks back when the kick gets laid, Storm under skin that refuses to fade. Tone crawls deep, whole chest vibrates, Air breaks coarse when the rhythm rotates. Old-earth murmur through the trap-gate plates, Steps trace patterns that memory creates. [Pre-Hook – chant cadence] One… two… drum pulls the spine, Air grows tight, throat turns to iron. Wind shifts slow with a lowland sign, Night leans close when the growl starts firing. [Hook] Step lands heavy, dust twists in the air, Chest beats slow like a drum made of stone. Voice scrapes low, carved rough and bare, Shadow on the ridge, claiming its zone. Thunder in the throat, no echo repeats, Foot to the soil, each pulse like a mark. Lines cut sharp through metallic beats, Call of the dark shapes the weight of the bark.
