Ghosts Of The Mountains

Himalayan folk rock, blues, zamrock, psychedelic/psych-rock (fuzzed guitar, hypnotic synth textures)

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[Verse 1]
White fire drifts on a frozen spine,
a shadow stitched through the fault of time.
No king, no crown, no flag to raise,
just silent footsteps through ancient haze.

The glaciers whisper forgotten names,
while valleys burn for somebody's gain.
The snow keeps falling, thin and slow,
covering scars the mountains know.

[Pre-Chorus]
The map grows larger, the wild grows small,
another border cuts through it all.

[Chorus]
Ghosts of the mountains, fading from sight,
eyes like embers in the heart of the night.
You walk where the thunder and silence meet,
leaving no wound beneath your feet.
Ghosts of the mountains, drift through the storm,
older than nations, beyond every form.
One more winter, one more breath,
dancing alone with the avalanche death.

[Verse 2]
The merchants weigh every living thing,
measure the feathers, the fur, the spring.
A rifle blooms where an edelweiss stood,
profit drinks deep from the frozen wood.

The roads crawl higher into the sky,
steel veins spreading where eagles fly.
The mountains bend, but they don't forget
the debt of greed is an unpaid debt.

[Pre-Chorus]
The peaks stand watch through the endless years,
collecting our echoes, our smoke, our fears.

[Bridge]
And when the last track melts into spring,
who will remember the mountain king?
The stone will remain, the wind will mourn,
but a thread once broken is seldom reborn.

[Final Chorus]
Ghosts of the mountains, silver and pale,
written in snow like a forgotten tale.
The hunter never hated what he pursued,
he simply worshipped a different truth.
Ghosts of the mountains, vanish from view,
taking a piece of the world with you.
One last footprint under the moon,
one last ghost humming an ancient tune.

[Outro]
And the mountains keep the secret.
But the silence grows.

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[Verse 1] White fire drifts on a frozen spine, a shadow stitched through the fault of time. No king, no crown, no flag to raise, just silent footsteps through ancient haze. The glaciers whisper forgotten names, while valleys burn for somebody's gain. The snow keeps falling, thin and slow, covering scars the mountains know. [Pre-Chorus] The map grows larger, the wild grows small, another border cuts through it all. [Chorus] Ghosts of the mountains, fading from sight, eyes like embers in the heart of the night. You walk where the thunder and silence meet, leaving no wound beneath your feet. Ghosts of the mountains, drift through the storm, older than nations, beyond every form. One more winter, one more breath, dancing alone with the avalanche death. [Verse 2] The merchants weigh every living thing, measure the feathers, the fur, the spring. A rifle blooms where an edelweiss stood, profit drinks deep from the frozen wood. The roads crawl higher into the sky, steel veins spreading where eagles fly. The mountains bend, but they don't forget the debt of greed is an unpaid debt. [Pre-Chorus] The peaks stand watch through the endless years, collecting our echoes, our smoke, our fears. [Chorus] Ghosts of the mountains, fading from sight, eyes like embers in the heart of the night. You walk where the thunder and silence meet, leaving no wound beneath your feet. Ghosts of the mountains, drift through the storm, older than nations, beyond every form. One more winter, one more breath, dancing alone with the avalanche death. [Bridge] And when the last track melts into spring, who will remember the mountain king? The stone will remain, the wind will mourn, but a thread once broken is seldom reborn. [Final Chorus] Ghosts of the mountains, silver and pale, written in snow like a forgotten tale. The hunter never hated what he pursued, he simply worshipped a different truth. Ghosts of the mountains, vanish from view, taking a piece of the world with you. One last footprint under the moon, one last ghost humming an ancient tune. [Outro] And the mountains keep the secret. But the silence grows.

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