[Intro] Low humming, boots stomping, distant hand drums Mm-mm… Hear that wood creak in the mountain wind… Mm-mm… Whole valley quiet when the chant begins… [Verse 1] High on the ridge where the black pines sway, Old timber gate marks a crooked way, Dust on the road and a bell down low, One heavy strike says it’s time to go. Crow-feather shadows on a sun-bleached stone, Drums in the distance with a bass-deep groan, Smoke curls slow from the valley floor, Three hard knocks on a splintered door. BOOM—BOOM—BOOM, let the hillside shake, Boots hit dirt till the old boards wake, Round and around where the cold winds blow, Nobody speaks what the old ones know. [Pre-Chorus] Hush now… Hear that rhythm underneath your feet, Hush now… Something ancient keeping perfect beat. One step… two step… circle around, When that low drum hits— GET DOWN. [Chorus] HEY! Under the timber crown, Stomp when the bass comes down, HEY! Hear that mountain sound, Round and round and round. Firelight flicker, shadows jump, Heavy folk drum—THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, Hands to the sky when the night rolls in, Then the whole damn ritual starts again. [Verse 2] Rust on the nails and rope on the beam, Everything here feels caught in a dream, Wind through the grass makes a whispering choir, Old wooden symbols glow near the fire. No fancy gold, no cathedral stone, Just earth and timber and a bass-bone drone, Tambourine rattles like teeth in a jar, Voices roll out underneath the stars. Left foot—STOMP, right foot—SLAM, Echo comes back like a marching ram, Low voice calling from the gathering crowd, Then everybody answers twice as loud. [Pre-Chorus] Hush now… Hear that rhythm underneath your feet, Hush now… Something ancient keeping perfect beat. One step… two step… circle around, When that low drum hits— GET DOWN. [Chorus] HEY! Under the timber crown, Stomp when the bass comes down, HEY! Hear that mountain sound, Round and round and round. Firelight flicker, shadows jump, Heavy folk drum—THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, Hands to the sky when the night rolls in, Then the whole damn ritual starts again. [Bridge] Music drops to bass drone and whispered voices Follow the drum… Follow the sound… Follow the footprints carved in the ground… Whispered chant: Low… low… lower still… Over the ridge and under the hill… Low… low… hear it roll… Drum in the earth, drum in the soul… Bass suddenly hits BOOM! Jump when the floorboard cracks, Jump when the echo answers back, Jump when the banjo bends that note, Let that dirty bass climb up your throat. HEY! HEY! Circle tighter! HEY! HEY! Beat gets heavier! HEY! HEY! Voices higher! Till the whole damn mountain sounds like fire! [Final Chorus] HEY! Under the timber crown, Stomp when the bass comes down, HEY! Hear that mountain sound, Round and round and round. Firelight flicker, shadows jump, Heavy folk drum—THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, Pines all bend when the night rolls in, And the old dark chorus starts again. HEY! Under the timber crown, HEY! Shake that holy ground, HEY! Let the low notes pound— DOWN… DOWN… DOWN… [Outro] Slow stomping gradually fades Mm-mm… Morning comes, but the drums don’t stop… Mm-mm… Wind keeps singing from the mountain top… One last knock… One last sound…
