6. Ancient Pulse

[Intro] [Sound of wind and distant sheep bells] [Solitary wooden flute melody] [Deep electronic drone enters] [Verse 1] [Whispered vocal | intense and rhythmic] I can feel the soil breathing under the concrete floor I can hear the ancient mothers knocking on the door My blood is a river that remembers every stone A thousand years of stories carried in my bone [Deep sub-bass pulse] I am the seed, I am the ancient throne. [Pre-Chorus] [Dulcimer arpeggios speed up | rising violin tension] The fog is lifting, the ritual begins I’m shedding the city, I’m shedding my sins. [Chorus] [Explosion | hard trap beat | soaring high-pitched folk vocal] Oh, the earth is calling, the wild is awake! Every chain of silence is starting to break! I dance with the spirits, I walk through the flame The roots of the forest are whispering my name! [Frantic violin solo | heavy 808 bass] [Verse 2] [Minimalist beat | cimbál (dulcimer) and vocals only] I don’t need a temple, I don’t need a shrine The moss upon the mountain is a sacred design Modern eyes, but an ancient heart Tearing the digital fabric apart I am the lightning, I am the dark. [Chorus] [Explosion | hard trap beat | soaring high-pitched folk vocal] Oh, the earth is calling, the wild is awake! Every chain of silence is starting to break! I dance with the spirits, I walk through the flame The roots of the forest are whispering my name! [Bridge] [Rhythmic ritualistic chanting | wordless vocalise] (High vocalise: Aaaaa-eeee-aaaaa!) [Beat accelerates | industrial percussion build-up] Step by step, bone by bone, Taking the wild back to the throne! [Crescendo] [Outro] [Heavy beat stops abruptly] [Lonely dulcimer notes fading] [Sound of a crackling fire] I remember. [End]