Lyrics

[Intro] (Atmospheric Build-up)
(Soft tribal drums echo in the distance, layered with haunting string swells. The sound of wind howls through the trees, carrying the whispers of an ancient hunt.)

Low, guttural chants rise, pulsing against the heartbeat of the earth.

[Drop 1: The Hunt Begins]
(Thundering war drums explode into syncopated, high-energy DnB percussion. A primal rhythm takes hold, pushing forward with relentless momentum.)

Deep, growling cellos pulse beneath rapid-fire breakbeats.

A haunting flute melody weaves between the cracks, dancing like a specter in the storm.

Sub-bass growls like a beast beneath the earth, coiling, waiting to strike.


[Bridge: The Eye of the Storm]
(The intensity slows to a hypnotic, dreamlike passage. Strings tremble, a lone tribal vocal chants in the distance. Veltaur stands still—breathing, feeling the wind guide his instincts.)

A distant war horn echoes, signaling the turning tide.

The bass swells, tension building, like claws curling into the dirt.


[Drop 2: Apex Predator]
(The full fury is unleashed—blistering DnB rhythms clash with primal toms and battle drums, as violins scream against the carnage.)

A deep, warlike choir erupts, chanting in a forgotten tongue.

The melody is now fierce, unrelenting—like the wind screaming through shattered trees.

Glitching, distorted bass hits mirror the chaos of a battle fought with tooth and claw.


[Final Climax: The Last Strike]
(A surge of strings races upward, the war drums fading—only the heartbeat of the earth remains. Silence. One breath.)

Then—

A single, final percussive hit.