The Ancient Chant

[Intro] [Verse 1] Beneath the moonlit glens, the shadows dance, Where ancient trees hum forgotten chants. A river sings of heroes bold and true, Their names etched in the morning dew. [Verse 2] The hearthfire crackles, tales take flight, Of dragons’ wrath and lovers’ plight. A weaver spins her golden thread, Binding dreams where spirits tread. [Chorus] Oh, let the stories rise and fall, Echo through the ages, breaking walls. In every whisper, a world unfolds— The heartbeat of the tales we hold. [Verse 3] The fiddler’s cry, the drum’s low groan, Maps the paths where gods have flown. A maiden’s laugh, a raven’s call, Unravel mysteries for us all. [Bridge] The selkie’s tears, the banshee’s wail, Carve their truth in the frosty veil. Through twilight’s veil, the old ones speak, Of courage lost and futures weak. [Chorus] Oh, let the stories rise and fall, Echo through the ages, breaking walls. In every whisper, a world unfolds— The heartbeat of the tales we hold. [Outro]