Whispers of the Ancient

[Verse 1] In the heart of the forest, where the shadows dance with light, The shaman calls, the circle forms as day gives way to night. With drums that beat like thunder's heart, beneath the moon's soft glow, Ancient spirits stir the air, where hidden powers flow. [Chorus] Hear the whispers of the ancient, in the rustling leaves, Feel the rhythm of the earth, beneath the sacred eaves. Dance around the fire's blaze, let the spirits guide, In the shamanic ritual, let your soul confide. [Verse 2] Smoke rises, swirling high, from the sacred fire’s core, Each plume a prayer, ascending, unlocking spirit's door. Herbs and bones, the sacred tools, in the shaman's wise old hands, Connecting earth to cosmic realms, in these hallowed lands. [Chorus] Hear the whispers of the ancient, in the rustling leaves, Feel the rhythm of the earth, beneath the sacred eaves. Dance around the fire's blaze, let the spirits guide, In the shamanic ritual, let your soul confide. [Bridge] Painted faces in the flicker, eyes alight with ancient lore, Chanting incantations that have echoed evermore. The shaman speaks in tongues lost, a lineage old as time, In every beat, a story, in every chant, a rhyme. [Outro] As dawn breaks, the circle fades, but the magic holds its sway, In the forest, by the fire, spirits dance until the day.