[00:00.000] 作词 : Nyctoluna
[00:00.279] 作曲 : Nyctoluna
[00:00.558] [Intro]
[00:00.558] In the shadow of the pyramids, where the winds whisper low,
[00:06.642] Ancient drums and wooden flutes, their secrets start to flow.
[00:13.196] [Verse 1]
[00:13.196] Carved in stone, the tales of old, beneath the jungle's veil,
[00:19.029] The gods they spoke, the people bowed, their hearts would never fail.
[00:24.565] [Pre-Chorus]
[00:24.565] Oh, the echoes of the ancients, calling through the night,
[00:31.409] Guiding us with wisdom, in the pale moonlight.
[00:36.542] [Chorus]
[00:36.542] Hear the drums, feel the pulse, of a world long gone,
[00:42.739] In the heart of the jungle, where the spirits dwell on.
[00:48.537] Flutes that sing, stones that ring, in a sacred song,
[00:55.340] Echoes of the ancients, where we all belong.
[01:12.509] [Verse 2]
[01:12.509] Through the ruins, we wander, in the footsteps of the past,
[01:19.680] Every step, a story, every shadow vast.
[01:24.485] [Pre-Chorus]
[01:24.485] Oh, the echoes of the ancients, calling through the night,
[01:31.409] Guiding us with wisdom, in the pale moonlight.
[01:36.542] [Chorus]
[01:36.542] Hear the drums, feel the pulse, of a world long gone,
[01:42.739] In the heart of the jungle, where the spirits dwell on.
[01:48.484] Flutes that sing, stones that ring, in a sacred song,
[01:55.340] Echoes of the ancients, where we all belong.
[02:12.538] [Bridge]
[02:12.538] In the silence, we listen, to the voices of the earth,
[02:18.936] Every sound, a memory, of a civilization's birth.
[02:24.558] [Chorus]
[02:24.558] Hear the drums, feel the pulse, of a world long gone,
[02:30.771] In the heart of the jungle, where the spirits dwell on.
[02:36.515] Flutes that sing, stones that ring, in a sacred song,
[02:43.372] Echoes of the ancients, where we all belong.
[02:48.530] [Outro]
[02:48.530] In the shadow of the pyramids, where the winds whisper low,
[02:54.594] Ancient drums and wooden flutes, their secrets start to flow.

作词 : Nyctoluna
作曲 : Nyctoluna

In the shadow of the pyramids, where the winds whisper low,
Ancient drums and wooden flutes, their secrets start to flow.

Carved in stone, the tales of old, beneath the jungle's veil,
The gods they spoke, the people bowed, their hearts would never fail.

Oh, the echoes of the ancients, calling through the night,
Guiding us with wisdom, in the pale moonlight.

Hear the drums, feel the pulse, of a world long gone,
In the heart of the jungle, where the spirits dwell on.
Flutes that sing, stones that ring, in a sacred song,
Echoes of the ancients, where we all belong.

Through the ruins, we wander, in the footsteps of the past,
Every step, a story, every shadow vast.

Oh, the echoes of the ancients, calling through the night,
Guiding us with wisdom, in the pale moonlight.

Hear the drums, feel the pulse, of a world long gone,
In the heart of the jungle, where the spirits dwell on.
Flutes that sing, stones that ring, in a sacred song,
Echoes of the ancients, where we all belong.

In the silence, we listen, to the voices of the earth,
Every sound, a memory, of a civilization's birth.

Hear the drums, feel the pulse, of a world long gone,
In the heart of the jungle, where the spirits dwell on.
Flutes that sing, stones that ring, in a sacred song,
Echoes of the ancients, where we all belong.

In the shadow of the pyramids, where the winds whisper low,
Ancient drums and wooden flutes, their secrets start to flow.