The Bones Of The Land
by DRUMAHON
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Dec 9, 2025
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Copyright & Release Information
Release Date:
December 9, 2025
Release Time:
11:42 PM
Timestamp (UTC):
2025-12-09 23:42:44 UTC
Certificate of Copyright
Track ID:
#421
Title:
The Bones Of The Land
Artist:
DRUMAHON
Created:
December 9, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC
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BPM
66.8
Key
C# minor 12A
Time Signature
4/4
Genre
blending feral guitars with piercing woodwind and throat-drone. driven by heavy stomps
Mood
neutral
Energy
Medium
Lyrics
[Verse]
Dust kicks up where the wild winds scream,
Shadows stretch long, splitting the seam.
Breath of the earth, a low, deep moan,
A throat-drone hum, raw as stone.
Grunts in the dark, hands on the ground,
The drumbeat rises, a gathering sound.
[Chorus]
OM AH HUM, the bones of the land,
OM AHON, through the blood of the sand.
Bombard cries, the harmonica wails,
Dust and bone, the wind tells its tales.
[Verse 2]
The earth shakes low, sub-bass growls deep,
Feral guitar snarls, shredding the steep.
Stomp of boots, a rhythm untamed,
Sweat drips down, wild hearts unchained.
Echoes of whistles, sharp as a knife,
The dusk burns red with the sound of life.
[Prechorus]
Grainy twang, the sunset’s hymn,
A piercing call cuts through the din.
[Chorus]
OM AH HUM, the bones of the land,
OM AHON, through the blood of the sand.
Bombard cries, the harmonica wails,
Dust and bone, the wind tells its tales.
[Bridge]
Breaths like fire, grunts like rain,
Hands strike hard, earth feels the strain.
Piercing reed, a scream to the stars,
A ritual hymn, no walls, no bars.
Dust kicks up where the wild winds scream,
Shadows stretch long, splitting the seam.
Breath of the earth, a low, deep moan,
A throat-drone hum, raw as stone.
Grunts in the dark, hands on the ground,
The drumbeat rises, a gathering sound.
[Chorus]
OM AH HUM, the bones of the land,
OM AHON, through the blood of the sand.
Bombard cries, the harmonica wails,
Dust and bone, the wind tells its tales.
[Verse 2]
The earth shakes low, sub-bass growls deep,
Feral guitar snarls, shredding the steep.
Stomp of boots, a rhythm untamed,
Sweat drips down, wild hearts unchained.
Echoes of whistles, sharp as a knife,
The dusk burns red with the sound of life.
[Prechorus]
Grainy twang, the sunset’s hymn,
A piercing call cuts through the din.
[Chorus]
OM AH HUM, the bones of the land,
OM AHON, through the blood of the sand.
Bombard cries, the harmonica wails,
Dust and bone, the wind tells its tales.
[Bridge]
Breaths like fire, grunts like rain,
Hands strike hard, earth feels the strain.
Piercing reed, a scream to the stars,
A ritual hymn, no walls, no bars.
Audio Versions (2)
The Bones Of The Land - Version 1
03:07
The Bones Of The Land - Version 2
03:41
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