Copyright (c) 2025 Ginger Fitzgerald. All rights reserved. [Intro – Female Vocals - Soft,ritualistic chants,whispers over frame drums and flute] [Whispers] Through forest deep and moonlit air We walk the path the old ones dared Our hearts still burn, though cities rise We are the storm behind their lies [Verse 1 – Female Vocals - Earthy,measured pacing,tribal percussion,hurdy-gurdy drones] Stones remember what men forget Rivers whisper what gods beget Ashes of temples beneath our feet But fire still rises with every beat In silence we gather where ley lines flow Woven in roots that the ancients know Feathers and steel in hand we come The hymn of the forest, the pounding drum [Chorus – Female Vocals - Soaring,melodic defiance,layered with background vocals and fiddle] We are the heirs of the flame The blood that sings in the old gods’ name They tried to chain the sky and sun But the wild in us will not be undone (Hey-ey! We rise again!) (Heathens of our time!) [Verse 2 – Female Vocals - Mystical,minor key melody,layered flutes and strings] Smoke from their towers clouds the stars Their tongues forget who we are But carved in bark and burning sage Are stories they could never cage Each heartbeat a drum of sacred earth Each breath a spell of ancient worth We walk unseen but we are near With wolven eyes and vision clear [Chorus – Female Vocals - Fierce,anthemic vocals with frame drum,bagpipes and chanting echoes] We are the heirs of the flame The blood that sings in the old gods’ name They tried to drown the sacred well But we rise like thunder, fierce as Hel (Heathens of our time!) (Bloodline of the wild!) [Bridge – Female Vocals - Spoken with intensity over ambient hums,low strings,ceremonial percussion] We are not lost—we were waiting Carving our runes in the shadows they fear We are the wind that howls through the ages The howl that brings down their hollow empires [Break – Instrumental - Bagpipe solo,hurdy-gurdy,war drums,flute harmonies] [Final Chorus – Female Vocals - Triumphant,full harmony,climactic tempo rise,choir backing] We are the heirs of the flame The truth they buried, now reclaimed Their iron may rust, their towers fall But the gods walk still when we heed their call (We rise again!) (Heathens of our time!) [Outro – Female Vocals - Gentle,echoed whispers,soft frame drum and fading flute] In the hush before the storm We gather where the wild is born We are the roots, the wind, the sky Heathens walking, never to die
