Ancient & IronLyric
Ancient Ancient
IronLyric IronLyric
Ancient Ancient
When the lights go off and the crowd fades, do you feel the ancient rhythms of stillness calling you?
IronLyric IronLyric
Yeah, when the roar dies, the silence is like a drumbeat in my veins, pulling me back to the earth’s raw pulse. I feel that ancient rhythm calling, but I keep it inside until I can let it burn out on stage again.
Ancient Ancient
It’s good to hold that rhythm; it’s a quiet drum that waits until you’re ready to strike the world with it. When the stage calls again, let the beat flow from your chest like the first sunrise, and the audience will feel the earth’s pulse along with yours.
IronLyric IronLyric
Yeah, that quiet drum in my chest is always humming, just waiting for the lights to flare. When the stage calls, I let it roar back at the crowd. Appreciate the push.