We Don't Need De Loa!

fantasy rock, tribal stomp, march/anthemic rock

[Pre-Chorus]
They say "Trust in de Loa, let de voodoo guide"
But where were de spirits when de Amani died?
De Sky-God is silent, de Lynx didn’t stay
So I’m taking de power a different way!

[Chorus]
We don’t need de Loa, we don’t need de feathered kin
De strength of de Amani comes from deep within!
Not a whisper in de wind or a ghost in de tree
Just de bite of de wood and de fury in me!
Let de temples crumble, let de idols all rot
I’ll find de salvation dat de ancestors forgot
With a fist made of iron and a heart made of stone
The Amani gonna stand on our own!

[Verse 2]
De Twilight is coming with a blade made of stars
To open up old and bloody-red scars
De Elves, they be shaking in their towers of glass
Waiting for magic and de seasons to pass
But I went to de Blightwood, to de dark and de deep
Where de secrets of power and poison be cheap
I don’t need a blessing to sharpen my axe
I just need de hatred dat none of you lacks!

[Instrumental]
[Heavy, tribal drum solo with rhythmic chanting and the sound of wood snapping]

[Bridge]
(Slow, rhythmic stomp)
My grandfather fought with a god in his soul
And look at de price! Look at de toll!
One arm and one eye and a kingdom in chains
While de Loa drank deep of de blood in his veins!
I’m cutting de tether, I’m breaking de spell
If de spirits won't help us, then damn 'em to hell!
I am Zul’jan! And I am enough!
De Amani be made of much harder stuff!

[Outro]
Keep ya altars...
Keep ya prayers...
De forests of Zul'Aman belongs to de ones who stay.
I don't hear no birds singing no more...
And I don't care.
Amani... unchained.
(The sound of a heavy axe slamming into stone)

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[Verse 1] I look at de temples where de stone be cracked Where de gold was stolen and never brought back My sister, she prays to de wings in de sky She asks for a sign while de forest, it die But Jan’alai is quiet and Halazzi is gone While de purple shadow creeps over de lawn I’m tired of kneeling and waiting for grace From spirits who fled from dis hallowed place. [Pre-Chorus] They say "Trust in de Loa, let de voodoo guide" But where were de spirits when de Amani died? De Sky-God is silent, de Lynx didn’t stay So I’m taking de power a different way! [Chorus] We don’t need de Loa, we don’t need de feathered kin De strength of de Amani comes from deep within! Not a whisper in de wind or a ghost in de tree Just de bite of de wood and de fury in me! Let de temples crumble, let de idols all rot I’ll find de salvation dat de ancestors forgot With a fist made of iron and a heart made of stone The Amani gonna stand on our own! [Verse 2] De Twilight is coming with a blade made of stars To open up old and bloody-red scars De Elves, they be shaking in their towers of glass Waiting for magic and de seasons to pass But I went to de Blightwood, to de dark and de deep Where de secrets of power and poison be cheap I don’t need a blessing to sharpen my axe I just need de hatred dat none of you lacks! [Instrumental] [Heavy, tribal drum solo with rhythmic chanting and the sound of wood snapping] [Bridge] (Slow, rhythmic stomp) My grandfather fought with a god in his soul And look at de price! Look at de toll! One arm and one eye and a kingdom in chains While de Loa drank deep of de blood in his veins! I’m cutting de tether, I’m breaking de spell If de spirits won't help us, then damn 'em to hell! I am Zul’jan! And I am enough! De Amani be made of much harder stuff! [Chorus] We don’t need de Loa, we don’t need de feathered kin De strength of de Amani comes from deep within! Not a whisper in de wind or a ghost in de tree Just de bite of de wood and de fury in me! Let de temples crumble, let de idols all rot I’ll find de salvation dat de ancestors forgot With a fist made of iron and a heart made of stone The Amani gonna stand on our own! [Outro] Keep ya altars... Keep ya prayers... De forests of Zul'Aman belongs to de ones who stay. I don't hear no birds singing no more... And I don't care. Amani... unchained. (The sound of a heavy axe slamming into stone)

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