From The Canyon's Throat

[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.