Bushland Whispers

[Intro] *(Didgeridoo drones low and primal, rhythmic clapping begins, distant scared male choir chants wordlessly in trembling tones)* [Verse 1] (Duo Baritones, husky & resonant, overlapping) Gone is the sun, the shadows stretch and creep Where the gum trees m**n and secrets lie so deep A rustle in the bracken, not the wind, not the rain Somethin' out there stalkin', drivin' men insane Eyes like cold fire gleam in the moon's pale stare Hear the land itself weepin' on the frozen air (Choir: *Ooh... Aaah...* - trembling, crying) [Chorus] (Duo Baritones, powerful & foreboding) The Bushland whispers, warns of what's unseen Where the ancient spirits walk, cruel and keen Beneath the Southern Cross, a shiver in the night The Whisperin' Bush holds terrors sharp and bright! (Choir swells: Wordless wailing cries, rhythmic clapping intensifies) [Verse 2] (Duo Baritones, guttural & urgent) That twistin' root ya trip on? It ain't wood, it's bone The creek don't babble water, it lets out a groan Shapes shift in the scrub, not man, not beast, but worse A hunger in the silence, a dry and dusty curse The stars above go blinkin', like watchin' evil eyes Hear the choir of the lost boys beneath the b***d-red skies (Choir: *No... Gone... Help...* - fragmented, scared whispers layered over crying) [Chorus] (Duo Baritones, almost shouting, raw power) The Bushland whispers, warns of what's unseen Where the ancient spirits walk, cruel and keen Beneath the Southern Cross, a shiver in the night The Whisperin' Bush holds terrors sharp and bright! (Choir: Full, dissonant, terrified wailing, clapping like frantic heartbeats) [Bridge] (Baritone 1, low, rasping) Don't trust the path that opens... (Baritone 2, echoing, deeper) ...it leads where light's forgot... (Both, harmonizing grimly) The shadows ain't just shadows... ...they hunger for the lot... (Choir descends into chaotic, sobbing gasps and choked cries) [Verse 3] (Duo Baritones, slower, heavy with dread) The didge calls out a warnin', a mournful, lowin' sound Echoes through the gullies, across the sacred ground Somethin' old is wakin', stirred by treadin' feet A malice in the darkness ya know ya can't defeat The ground feels soft and breathin', like sleepin' on a chest The Whisperin' Bush demands ya... offers ya no rest... (Choir: Whispers *"Stay... Away..."* mixed with weeping) [Chorus] (Duo Baritones, desperate intensity) The Bushland WHISPERS, KNOWS what's never seen! Where the ancient spirits feast, cruel and obscene! Beneath the Southern Cross, the final shiverin' fright! The WHISPERIN' BUSH devours all who walk this night! (Choir: Screams and frantic cries peak, clapping becomes frantic, chaotic) [Outro] *(Chaotic choir screams and cries abruptly cut off. Didgeridoo drone continues alone, deep and unsettling. Rhythmic clapping returns, slower, heavier, like a death march. The drone fades slowly into silence, punctuated by one final, distant, choked sob... then crickets briefly... then utter silence.)*