(Intro) (Starts with a low, resonating synth pad and a distant, atmospheric bodhrán (Rahmentrommel). The violin enters with a slow, mournful, high-pitched line, followed by a mysterious, echoing Celtic flute melody. Electric guitar adds a clean, delayed riff.) (Verse 1) The standing stones remember every vow, The wind that blows across the empty glen. They say the veil is thin, much thinner now, Than it was held by mortal minds of men. The moss lies heavy on the Druid’s ring, Where ancient forces wait beneath the peat. And if you listen to the birds that sing, You hear the pulse of ages, wild and sweet. (Pre-Chorus) (Music gains pace. The drums transition to a steady, heavy rock beat. Vocals become clearer and more direct.) Don’t stray too far when the fog begins to roll, Don’t speak the names that sleep beneath the soil. The forest takes a toll upon the soul, But offers wisdom to the heart that will not toil. (Chorus) (GRAND CHORUS: Soaring female vocals take flight over a wall of sound—distorted guitars, booming percussion, and the majestic, interweaving lines of flute and violin.) Follow the whisper of the Green Man’s hand! He holds the keys to every hidden door! We are the children of this haunted land, Bound to the magic sleeping at the core! Oh, lift your voice and break the earthly chain! The wild wood claims you in the falling rain! Hear the wild call from the mountain crest, Where every legend is put to the final test! (Verse 2) I walked the border where the river runs, Where silver salmon leap against the stream. I felt the fire of a thousand suns, And saw the vision in a waking dream. A pair of eyes that shone like emerald light, Beneath the branches of an ancient yew. They offered secrets hidden by the night, The truth that only the eternal knew. (Pre-Chorus) (Increasing urgency. The bass guitar drives the rhythm aggressively.) Don’t stray too far when the fog begins to roll, Don’t speak the names that sleep beneath the soil. The forest takes a toll upon the soul, But offers wisdom to the heart that will not toil. (Chorus) (GRAND CHORUS: Maximum cinematic sweep. The orchestration feels vast and dynamic. Vocals layered for an overwhelming, anthemic effect.) Follow the whisper of the Green Man’s hand! He holds the keys to every hidden door! We are the children of this haunted land, Bound to the magic sleeping at the core! Oh, lift your voice and break the earthly chain! The wild wood claims you in the falling rain! Hear the wild call from the mountain crest, Where every legend is put to the final test! (Bridge) (Tempo slows, and the tone becomes deeply melancholic and reflective. Vocals are gentle, accompanied by a simple, sad melody played on the violin and an arpeggiated acoustic guitar.) The price of vision is to never rest, To carry always the wild memory... To feel the secret deep within your chest, And know that mortals can never truly be free... (Instrumental Break / Epic Breakdown) (A sudden shift to a highly dramatic, heavy breakdown. The electric guitar hits a massive, distorted chord progression, followed by a fast, technically demanding, minor-key flute and violin duet. The drums are intricate and powerful.) (Final Chorus / Outro) (The band explodes back into the final chorus, possibly with a key change for maximum impact, then holds the final note.) FOLLOW THE WHISPER OF THE GREEN MAN’S HAND! HE HOLDS THE KEYS TO EVERY HIDDEN DOOR! WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THIS HAUNTED LAND! (Music sustains, then crashes to a halt.) (Final sounds: Only the distant, echoing bodhrán heartbeat remains, fading slowly into the sound of wind and the subtle, dripping rain.)
