[Intro – Tribal Drums] Dum… dum… ta-ka-dum… Dum… dum… ta-ka-dum… Blood in the dust, feet on the stone, Old voices rise from the bone. Fire in the sky, smoke in our lungs, We speak in the tongue of the old ones. Steel on our skin, paint on our face, Running with wolves through the waste. Hear how the earth starts to shake, Every heartbeat a war-drum awake. Call it out, call it loud: “We are the storm in the crowd!” Hands to the sky, eyes to the flame, Nothing left but the name. Drum of the ancestors, thunder in our chest, Hit it till the ground gives, hit it till we break the west. Drum of the ancestors, rhythm like a blade, Cut the night wide open, let the old gods wake. Dum-dum-ta! Dum-dum-ta! Dum-dum-ta! An-cestors! Shadows on the mountain, spirits in the smoke, They ride in the thunder, they laugh in the stroke. No chains on our wrists, no fear in our veins, Only the pulse of the drum in our brains. Black moon rising, red earth spinning, Warriors born where the lightning’s been. Every hit is a vow, every break is a prayer, We are the ritual, we are the snare. Call it out, call it loud: “We are the storm in the crowd!” Hands to the sky, eyes to the flame, Nothing left but the name. Drum of the ancestors, thunder in our chest, Hit it till the ground gives, hit it till we break the west. Drum of the ancestors, rhythm like a blade, Cut the night wide open, let the old gods wake. Dum-dum-ta! Dum-dum-ta! Dum-dum-ta! An-cestors! Who walks with the fire? WE DO! WE DO! Who bleeds with the drum? WE DO! WE DO! Circle of bones, circle of steel, Everything false starts to feel… Real! Drum of the ancestors, thunder in our chest, Hit it till the ground gives, hit it till we break the west. Drum of the ancestors, rhythm like a blade, Cut the night wide open, let the old gods wake! Let the old gods WAKE! Dum… dum… ta-ka-dum… We… are… the drum. Bone to the hide, Fire inside. Step to the beat, Never retreat. Every hit is a memory, Every break is a name. We carry the rhythm Long after the flame. Who keeps the fire? We… do… we… do… Who holds the light?..... We… do… we… do… Dum… dum… ta-ka-dum… Blood… to… the… drum. Dum… dum… ta-ka-dum… We… are… the… drum. An… ces… tors… ANCESTORS!
