From The Canyon's Throat
by DRUMAHON
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04:13
Duration
Nov 30, 2025
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Copyright & Release Information
Release Date:
November 30, 2025
Release Time:
7:16 PM
Timestamp (UTC):
2025-11-30 19:16:25 UTC
Certificate of Copyright
Track ID:
#321
Title:
From The Canyon's Throat
Artist:
DRUMAHON
Created:
November 30, 2025 at 7:16 PM UTC
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BPM
120
Key
B minor 10A
Time Signature
4/4
Genre
dark
Mood
neutral
Energy
Medium
Lyrics
[Verse]
Under the blood moon's crooked grin,
Wolves cry sharp through the hollowed wind.
The ground hums low, a trembling breath,
DrumAhon rises from the depths.
[Chorus]
DrumAhon rises, shadows ignite,
Clap and stomp in the bone-white night.
Heartbeat pulse, it calls, it cries—
DrumAhon rises, DrumAhon flies.
[Verse 2]
Hollow reeds whistle, serpents sway,
Dust curls gold in the dying day.
Eyes like coals, they burn, they stare,
DrumAhon’s fire fills the air.
[Prechorus]
Clap your hands, stomp the ground,
Hear the whispers all around.
[Chorus]
DrumAhon rises, shadows ignite,
Clap and stomp in the bone-white night.
Heartbeat pulse, it calls, it cries—
DrumAhon rises, DrumAhon flies.
[Bridge]
From the canyon's throat, the echoes scream,
Pow-wow shouts cut through the dream.
Djembe snaps, the rhythm twists,
A ritual dance in the midnight mist.
Under the blood moon's crooked grin,
Wolves cry sharp through the hollowed wind.
The ground hums low, a trembling breath,
DrumAhon rises from the depths.
[Chorus]
DrumAhon rises, shadows ignite,
Clap and stomp in the bone-white night.
Heartbeat pulse, it calls, it cries—
DrumAhon rises, DrumAhon flies.
[Verse 2]
Hollow reeds whistle, serpents sway,
Dust curls gold in the dying day.
Eyes like coals, they burn, they stare,
DrumAhon’s fire fills the air.
[Prechorus]
Clap your hands, stomp the ground,
Hear the whispers all around.
[Chorus]
DrumAhon rises, shadows ignite,
Clap and stomp in the bone-white night.
Heartbeat pulse, it calls, it cries—
DrumAhon rises, DrumAhon flies.
[Bridge]
From the canyon's throat, the echoes scream,
Pow-wow shouts cut through the dream.
Djembe snaps, the rhythm twists,
A ritual dance in the midnight mist.
Audio Versions (2)
From The Canyon's Throat - Version 1
04:13
From The Canyon's Throat - Version 2
03:41
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