Voice of the Ancients

In the shadow of the ancient stones, under the moon's silver glow, Echoes of the past, whispering secrets, in languages lost long ago. Around the fire, the tribe gathers, eyes alight with ancient tales, Drums beat like thunder, hearts in sync, as the night unveils. Rise, rise, the spirits call, in the rhythm of the earth, Dance, dance, dance, in the sacred circle, rebirth. Feel the pulse, the primal beat, in your soul's ritual, Lost in time, yet alive, in this dance, mystical. Painted faces in the firelight, shadows dance on the walls, Ancestral voices in the wind, as twilight falls. In every step, a story unfolds, a legacy carved in stone, In every chant, a truth told, a power we've always known. Rise, rise, the spirits call, in the rhythm of the earth, Dance, dance, dance, in the sacred circle, rebirth. Feel the pulse, the primal beat, in your soul's ritual, Lost in time, yet alive, in this dance, mystical. In the stars, our destiny written, in the earth, our roots run deep, In the dance, we find our spirit, ancient promises we keep. As the dawn breaks, new light shivers, over lands both old and new, In our hearts, the ritual lives, forever strong, forever true. Rise, rise, the spirits call, in the rhythm of the earth, Dance, dance, dance, in the sacred circle, rebirth. Feel the pulse, the primal beat, in your soul's ritual, Lost in time, yet alive, in this dance, mystical. In the echo of the drumbeat, in the whispers of the night, In the ancient ritual, we find our light. Rise, rise, dance, dance, feel the ancient call, In the circle of the ages, we stand tall.