[Vocal Direction: Authentic South African English accent. Deep, soulful, earthy female voice. Intimate ancestral storyteller. Keep the natural South African pronunciation and cadence.] [Intro: Female spoken word, whispered over a maternal heartbeat] Before the light. Before the language. Before I had a name... I heard her heart. [Verse 1: Deep soulful singing] In the quiet of the dust, we were waiting A sacred rhythm in the dark, generating Deep beneath the clay, a warm vibration An ancient melody, a soft creation She called me by my breath before I could speak A steady current flowing when I was weak [Chorus: Powerful ritualistic singing, heavy driving Afro House groove] We are born of the sound Rooted deep in the ground Before the light, before the name The mother's pulse remains the same A-ya, oh-ya, we hear the call The heartbeat that connects us all A-ya, oh-ya, the rhythm flows Where the ancient river goes [Verse 2: Soulful chanting, rhythmic percussion] Step by step upon the path we are walking In the silence of the trees, they are talking Every footprint is a song we are writing An old fire in the chest, now igniting She whispered to the wind before we had sight A guiding shadow in the middle of night [Chorus: Powerful ritualistic singing, heavy driving Afro House groove] We are born of the sound Rooted deep in the ground Before the light, before the name The mother's pulse remains the same A-ya, oh-ya, we hear the call The heartbeat that connects us all A-ya, oh-ya, the rhythm flows Where the ancient river goes [Bridge: Ambient breakdown, spoken word layered with soft vocalizations] [Spoken Word] We return to the dust... But the echo never fades. We carry the rhythm in our blood. Can you hear it? Can you feel the pulse? [Outro: High-energy build-up into a final hypnotic beat drop] A-ya, oh-ya! Hear the drum! A-ya, oh-ya! We have come! The pulse remains the same... Before I had a name.
