The Bones Of The Land
par DRUMAHON
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Droit d'Auteur et Information de Sortie
Date de Sortie:
9 décembre 2025
Heure de Sortie:
23h42
Horodatage (UTC):
2025-12-09 23:42:44 UTC
Certificat de Droit d'Auteur
ID de la Piste:
#421
Titre:
The Bones Of The Land
Artiste:
DRUMAHON
Créé:
9 décembre 2025 à 23h42 UTC
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Protégé
Signaler une Violation
BPM
66.8
Tonalité
C# minor 12A
Mesure
4/4
Genre
blending feral guitars with piercing woodwind and throat-drone. driven by heavy stomps
Ambiance
neutral
Énergie
Medium
Paroles
[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.
Variations audio (2)
The Bones Of The Land - Variation 1
03:07
The Bones Of The Land - Variation 2
03:41
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