"Primal Flow"

Lyrics

(Intro – Low Pulsing Drums, Ghostly Choirs, Rising Tension)
(Drums echo like distant footsteps, a low bass rumble swelling, the sound of wind and whispers just beneath the surface... then—BOOM! The beat drops, fast, heavy, urgent.)

(Verse 1 – Swift, Fluid, Percussive)
Step with the wind, strike with the tide,
Flow like the river, don’t break, don’t hide.
Eyes on the prey, feel every breath,
One move ahead, one step from death.

(Chorus – Choirs Rise, Bass Hits Like a Pulse, Drums Relentless)
Run if you can, but you won’t be free! (Won’t be free!)
The wild and the storm, they move with me! (Move with me!)
No chains, no fear, no wasted time! (Wasted time!)
You fall, I rise, the hunt is mine!

(Verse 2 – Driving Rhythm, Sharp Percussion, Fast Flowing Lyrics)
Strike before shadows can swallow the light,
Gone in an instant, unseen in the fight.
No wasted motion, no second guess,
Every step carves the path to success.

Steel moves slow, but I move first,
Faster than thunder, sharper than thirst.
Watch the sky, hear the sound,
The hunt begins when the sun goes down!

(Chorus – Full Force, Every Layer Pushing the Limit, Chanting in the Background)
Run if you can, but you won’t be free! (Won’t be free!)
The wild and the storm, they move with me! (Move with me!)
No chains, no fear, no wasted time! (Wasted time!)
You fall, I rise, the hunt is mine!

(Bridge – Drop into Ethereal, Floating Flute, A Pause Before the Final Surge)
(Soft-spoken, almost whispered)
"The trees bow low, the wind stands still... The beast moves swift, it strikes at will..."
(Flute melody, a haunting echo, before—BOOM! The drop returns, double-time, full intensity!)

(Final Chorus – Overwhelming Power, Choirs and Instruments at Full Strength, Bass and Drums Unrelenting)
Run if you can, but you won’t be free! (Won’t be free!)
The wild and the storm, they move with me! (Move with me!)
No chains, no fear, no wasted time! (Wasted time!)
You fall, I rise, the hunt is mine! (Hunt is mine!)

(Final bass drop, a massive drum hit, and then—silence. The wind returns, carrying only the fading echo of a distant war drum... then nothing.)