From The Canyon's Throat
par DRUMAHON
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Droit d'Auteur et Information de Sortie
Date de Sortie:
30 novembre 2025
Heure de Sortie:
19h16
Horodatage (UTC):
2025-11-30 19:16:25 UTC
Certificat de Droit d'Auteur
ID de la Piste:
#321
Titre:
From The Canyon's Throat
Artiste:
DRUMAHON
Créé:
30 novembre 2025 à 19h16 UTC
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Protégé
Signaler une Violation
BPM
120
Tonalité
B minor 10A
Mesure
4/4
Genre
dark
Ambiance
neutral
Énergie
Medium
Paroles
[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.
Variations audio (2)
From The Canyon's Throat - Variation 1
04:13
From The Canyon's Throat - Variation 2
03:41
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