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The Druid

eliahusamartin

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About

orchestral, dark, medieval, spiritual, male vocalist, ritual, traditional folk, 2020s, folk, atmospheric

Lyrics

Intro

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Mm-hmm

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Verse 1

Beneath the oak where night still breathes

the druid hears the roots of earth

He asks no power from the stars

he only learns their ancient tongue

In his hand a branch of mistletoe

within his chest the winter and the seed

He knows each light that comes to bloom

was first born in the darkness within

Chorus

Ancient drums begin to rise

the stones preserve the elder voice

And the druid walks in quiet grace

a bridge between mankind and eternal rite

Verse 2

He speaks no spell in silver words

he listens where the hollows moan

The moon leans low upon the stones

and every ring of bark is known

His pulse falls slow with pulse of earth

the roots remember what we forget

Each light that comes at last to bloom

was first born in the darkness within

Chorus

Ancient drums begin to rise

the stones preserve the elder voice

And the druid walks in quiet grace

a bridge between mankind and eternal rite

Bridge

In the darkness

In the seed

Comes the light

Mm

Mm-hmm

Chorus

Ancient drums begin to rise

the stones preserve the elder voice

And the druid walks in quiet grace

a bridge between mankind and eternal rite

Outro

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Mm-hmm

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