© 2026 Lyrics created by S.U. Music directed and generated using AI tools. All rights reserved. Cold wind Cutting up the valley Smoke curls From the half-burned land Old songs Sleeping in the gravel I taste dust On my tongue and hand I bend my breath Like a river turning Low stone voice From an ancient man Blood-red morning Rising on the bodies Ash and memory Stain the sand Hear this echo In the throat of mountains One chest Carrying a hundred tones I call the sky It answers in my bones Hear this echo In the throat of mountains Rough wind Riding on a single word I sing the land Till the land is heard Sounds of battle Fading in the sunrise Frost glass Scattered everywhere The crow’s raw cawing Cuts the morning open We hang notes On the edge of fear I shake my soul Till the air starts ringing Scratch and shine In the same long cry The world, listen To the way I'm singing I have pulled A river from the sky Hear this echo In the throat of mountains One chest Carrying a hundred tones I call the sky It answers in my bones Hear this echo In the throat of mountains Rough wind Riding on a single word I sing the land Till the land is heard Hear this echo In the throat of mountains Hear this echo In the throat of mountains Hear this echo In the throat of mountains Hear this echo In the throat of mountains Hear our cries In the throat of mountains Hear Us Hear Us Hear Us
