Chanting the Jungle

<foreign . Roots tangle deep. They don't sleep, just creep

in the shadows where the drum skins leap. Echoes in the hollows,

slaughter sings to the steep. Time's a wheel and every spin feels steep.

The vines wrap tight, hold the night like a thief. And my lungs

breathe heat but exhale relief. In the jungle whisper, secrets breathe.

And my hands on the soil, truth beneath. Chanting the jungle. Call it a

rumble. Baselines crumble, but never stumble. Harmony rising. Skies assemble.

Chanting the jungle. Watch it tremble. Moonlights at night, 'cause the dark clean.