Shaman’s Daughter [Intro] (Instrumental — distant drums, wind ambience, soft piano) ⸻ [Verse 1] Beneath the red moon glowin’ through the trees She danced with the smoke on the autumn breeze Silver charms hanging down by her side Eyes full of storms she was taught to hide Candles burn low in the mountain shrine Her laughter cut through like a sacred chime World moves fast but she walks slow Like she hears things the dead still know ⸻ [Chorus] She got moonlight woven in her veins Raised around fire, spirits, and rain Don’t touch her heart if your hands ain’t clean She was born from roots older than kings Learned her name where the cedar trees sway Wolves in the valley still know her face She don’t belong to the gold you bring Some souls can’t be bought with anything ⸻ [Bridge] Ash on the drums when the night wind sing Old gods stir when she starts to dream I seen men fall chasing lesser things Don’t mistake kindness for something weak Smoke in the dark and the pines lean in Stars go quiet when she speak again There’s a price for the hearts you break And the mountain remembers every name ⸻ [Instrumental Breath] (Half-time drums — distorted guitar swell — distant chanting) ⸻ [Verse 2 — Rap] I watched her walk through the cold no fear Barefoot steps when the smoke cloud clear World move loud but her mind stay still Riverstone heart and an iron will She learned truth where the black pines bend Nightbirds call and the shadows listen You see beauty, I see the flame Bloodline carrying an older name So love her soft when the hard days come Hold your pride when her tears run numb If you speak, let your word stand tall ‘Cause the spirits hear everything after all And I ain’t here throwing threats in rage Just know some wounds don’t fade with age She was raised where the rivers sing By hands that prayed to forgotten things ⸻ [Final Chorus] She got moonlight woven in her veins Raised around fire, spirits, and rain Don’t touch her heart if your hands ain’t clean She was born from roots older than kings Learned her name where the cedar trees sway Wolves in the valley still know her face She don’t belong to the gold you bring Some souls can’t be bought with anything ⸻ [Outro] (Layered vocals over fading guitars) Moonlight woven in her veins… Roots older than kings… Older than kings…
