[male
vocals] (
Heavy
bassline
pulses) (
Nyabinghi
drums
start
slow)
Thum,
thum,
thum...
Thum,
thum,
thum...
Thum,
thum,
thum...
Hallelujah,
amen.
Yeah,
ancient
frequency
calling.
Listen
to
the
vibration.
They
whisper
in
mi
ear,
saying
time
has
come
to
fade
Saying
the
fire
burn
low,
that
the
foundation
is
decayed
They
look
at
the
skin
and
they
count
up
the
years
Feeding
my
spirit
with
the
weight
of
their
fears
But
the
morning
in
the
bush
brings
a
secret
to
light
Herbs
for
the
breakfast,
revelation
burning
bright
They
say
I’
m
too
old,
who
gonna
listen
to
the
sound?
But
I’
m
a
grain
in
the
flour,
not
a
seed
on
the
ground.
For
I
am
young
at
heart,
though
the
body
walk
the
road
I’
m
carrying
the
wisdom,
I’
m
carrying
the
load
Yahweh
is
the
baker,
and
He’
s
kneading
me
now
I’
m
still
rising
up,
I’
m
still
taking
the
bow
Young
at
heart,
old
in
the
wisdom
of
the
King
Listen
to
the
joy
that
the
ancient
drums
bring
Thum,
thum,
thum,
Hallelujah,
amen!
Too
old?
Nah
man,
I’
m
just
beginning
to
bloom
Lighting
up
the
darkness
in
the
corner
of
the
room
There’
s
a
hidden
frequency
that
Yahusua
sends
Where
the
river
of
grace
never
breaks
and
never
ends
Grandpaa
Star
says
the
light
is
glowing
inside
With
love
as
the
captain,
there’
s
nowhere
to
hide
My
spirit
is
a
vessel
for
the
wonders
He
done
Rising
like
the
morning,
rising
like
the
sun.
For
I
am
young
at
heart,
though
the
body
walk
the
road
I’
m
carrying
the
wisdom,
I’
m
carrying
the
load
Yahweh
is
the
baker,
and
He’
s
kneading
me
now
I’
m
still
rising
up,
I’
m
still
taking
the
bow
Young
at
heart,
old
in
the
wisdom
of
the
King
Listen
to
the
joy
that
the
ancient
drums
bring
Thum,
thum,
thum,
Hallelujah,
amen! (
Instrumentation
swells)
The
flour
is
rising,
the
bread
is
prepared
I’
m
shaking
off
the
burden
that
the
doubters
shared
Every
heartbeat
is
a
chant,
every
breath
is
a
prayer
Ancient
vibes
floating
in
the
atmosphere
Thum,
thum,
thum...
Feel
the
frequency...
Thum,
thum,
thum...
I
am
rising
free.
For
I
am
young
at
heart,
though
the
body
walk
the
road
I’
m
carrying
the
wisdom,
I’
m
carrying
the
load
Yahweh
is
the
baker,
and
He’
s
kneading
me
now
I’
m
still
rising
up,
I’
m
still
taking
the
bow
Young
at
heart,
old
in
the
wisdom
of
the
King
Listen
to
the
joy
that
the
ancient
drums
bring
Thum,
thum,
thum,
Hallelujah,
amen!
Still
rising,
yeah
Just
beginning,
oh
yes
Grandpaa
Star
knows
the
way
Ancient
drums,
keep
the
rhythm
Thum,
thum,
thum
Hallelujah,
amen (
Fading
out
with
deep
percussion)