This reggae album by Jahna Dube explores the preservation of ancient wisdom and cultural heritage through music, emphasizing that despite systemic oppression and attempts to hide truth, cultural identity and ancestral knowledge remain powerful forces that guide communities toward liberation and spiritual renewal.
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Roots Reggae (1978) [Lost Album] Jahna Dube - ANCIENT WISDOMAdded:
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Oh, and in the valley of corruption, where the blind still chase the gold, ancient voices from the mountain, call the truth the elders told.
From the ashes of the kingdoms, from the chains upon the sea, comes the fire of remembrance, burning deep in I.
My memory children crying Babylon sister lead us pray the souls for fame but the wisdom of the ancient still remain still remain ancient wisdom never die try to hide the sky roots and culture multiply light shining through our Ancient wisdom in the soul. Guide the young and guide the old. From Ethiopia to Congo show true rain forever more.
Through the marketplace of vanity.
Fast profit sell illusion dreams.
But the river of creation still flow pure and ever green.
Grandmother spirit keeps be in the thunder and the rain.
Every urban, every heartbeat. Gary freedom through the pain.
Dreadlocks moving like lions.
Stepping firm up on the road.
Every chance become a weapon against the wicked heavy li to hide the sky.
Roots and culture multiply.
Light shine through.
Ancient wisdom in the soul. Guide the young and guide the old. From Shashan to Kingston town, your kingdom never falling down down.
Hear the drums now calling from a distant.
Ancestors rise to the fire, breaking every mental case.
No more lies upon the children.
No more poison for the youth.
Only meditation, revelation, and the everlasting truth.
Horns cry softly through the night.
Baseline shake the city wall.
Ra woman chant redemption for the weak and for the smart moonlight over at stars are line above the land.
Every righteous sons and daughters carries iron in their hand. From the pages formed by conquerors from the ships and slavery stars rise the knowledge of the elders like a thousand burning stars.
Wisdom stronger than oppression, stronger than the thief and gone. What was hidden shall be revealed under holy sun wisdom never die try to blind mankind roots and culture multiply child love living through all time and wisdom lead the way through the night into the day.
Ancient fire forever burn and the righteous shall return.
Ancient wisdom.
Ancient fire.
Ancient voices never fade away.
I forever forever.
Forever. forever.
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Oh n la n from the mountain of the sunrise.
She descending robes of gold, eyes of fire full of mercy, carrying truths the elders told through the valleys of corruption.
Through the city filled with greed, she protect the broken children and the souls the system bleed. I belong fear her spirit cause her words cut like a blade. She no wicked power the promises they made. Lioness of Zion burning brighter than the sun.
Woman of the ancient kingdom.
Teach the youths to stand as one.
Zion Zion.
Hear the holy drums proclaim.
Every step she walk in wisdom.
Every breath she ch in the marketplace of vanity where the fire would multiply.
She walked bareful to the madness with the truth within her eye.
Dreadlocks flowing like a river.
Thunder shaking in her voice.
Calling every sons and daughters.
Rise again and make the choice. No chains can hold her spirit. No walls can block her song. She carry roots and culture like a force that move along.
Lion is a mount Zion, keeper of the sacred flame. Through the fire and oppression, still she never feel no shame. Lioness of Mount Zion. Strong beneath J mighty and healing hearts across the nations.
Bringing peace throughout the land.
The ner comes now to creation.
>> Ancient mother's call for liberation.
>> Mount Zion.
>> Holy arise. Babylon kingom falling before the righteous eye.
She sing for the poor man's sufferation.
She cried for the youth in despair.
Every word become my healing. Floating through the midnight air. Moonlight shine upon the hillside.
Stars around the cedar trees.
I amlessness begin chanting carried by the evening breeze from Ethiopia to Kingston from the Congo to Cape Town.
Women rise in strength and power. Never let the wicked drown. Haitian queens of African glory live again through flesh and soul.
Every daughter born of Zion carry fragments of the lion of Zion.
Marching through the storm and rain with the power of the ancestors flowing through her blood and veins. Lioness of Zion. Lift the vine up high again till the walls of greed and hatred fall beneath the righteous flame. She rides right through the fight through the pain through the pain through the years of captivity.
Oh, lion still roaring, still shining, still guiding. I am I hope forever and ever.
Forever and ever.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
thunder rise from the hills. Baseline deep like the heartbeat of Africa. Now your bingy drums echo through the night and the ancestors begin to speak.
Yeah. Yeah.
Far beyond the western shorine where the old kingdoms once stood tall.
Hear the sound of ancient freedom.
Through the ages still a call. Every heartbeat carry memory.
Every rhythm tell the truth. From the chains of captivity to the fire within the youth. Bobby try hide the story. Bury roots beneath the sand. But the drums of revelation still awaken. Every land still calling calling through the night.
drum still calling. Leave the children to the light.
From still echo through the soul from the hills of Ethiopia to the valleys long control in the streets of desperation where corruption poison minds. Still the elders keep the wisdom for the seekers who go find through the smoke and tribulation.
Through the greed and endless war comes the chance of restoration.
From the ancestors of rust a woman by the fire.
Lift the voice against the pain.
Every word become a river falling down like healing rain.
Ancient drum still calling. Calling every sons and daughters.
Ancient drums still calling. Crossing every border water.
Ancient drums still calling. Hear the lion spirit roar.
Truth and culture rising higher, stronger now than ever before.
Can you hear them deep within the midnighter?
Ancient voices calling everywhere.
Now yi fire keep burning through the darkness of the age.
Every drum beat break the shackles.
Every child unlock the cage.
The old ones never leave us. Their spirit walk beside in the heartbeat of the people in the ocean and the tide.
Moonlight shine on Congo river.
Children dancing in the dust.
Wise men speak beneath the cedar.
Teaching love instead of lust.
From Jamaica back to Ghana.
>> From Cape Town to Zion day.
Ben move the nation before it become too late. No machine can stop the thunder. No empire stop the sound. When the drums of truth awaken, Babylon walls fall down. Ancient drums still calling, calling through creation.
Ancient drums still calling for the healing of the nation.
Hey, ancient drums still calling. Hear your music from afar, guiding every lost believer.
Like the shining of the star. Beat the drum. Beat the drum till the wicked kingdom crumble. Beat the drum. Hey, beat the drum. Beat the drum. Till the true rise from the rubble. Beat the drum.
And wisdom, patient fire. And drums will never retire.
Drum is still calling through the valleys, through the city lights, through the suffering. Calling I and I home. Back to the roots, back to the truth, back to Zion.
Yo yeah, hide the truth.
Heavy baseline crawled through the speaker. Dusty drums beating like a warning. A lone melodic I cry in the distance. Then the lioness begin to chant un high towers.
made of silver. Fear and lies teach the children false illusions.
While the righteous people cry, every newspaper tells stories.
Every preacher sell disguise. But the truth live in a heartbeat that no wicked mind can buy. From the ships across the ocean to the chains upon the land. There you raise the ancient memory.
Still pretending innocence stand.
But the endless keep the fire hidden deep from evil lies.
And the drums of revelation now begin to rise. Babylon. Hide the truth. But the truth still rise again.
Bobby hide the truth. Can't escape our judgment day.
Bobby hide the truth. True corruption and control.
But the roots of ancient wisdom still living in the soul.
In the schools they teach division.
In the city spread confusion, turning brother against brother with pollution and illusion. While the rich man count his fortune, poor man suffer every day. Still the lion of creation.
Watch the wicked fade away.
Rest a woman on the corner singing freedom through the night.
Every word become a lantern for the people seeking light. Dreadlocks flowing in the breeze.
Like the branches of a tree rooted deep within the knowledge.
Babylon can never see.
Babylon hide the truth, but the children start to know.
Babon, hide the truth. Still the righteous spirit grow.
Babon, hide the truth. through the violence and greed.
But the water keep on flowing for every righteous seed.
Oh yeah.
Who write the history?
Who steal the go?
Who break the spirit?
Who by the soul jump heavy drums roll like thunder.
Can't hide the truth forever.
Can't silence every drum.
Ancestors keep calling till the kingdom comes come.
The fire burn in silence.
The wisdom move unseen like roots beneath the concrete growing strong and never green. Moonlight shine on the ghetto.
Children dreaming through the pain.
Old mind smoking by the roadside.
Praying softly for the rain.
Mothers cry for lost tomorrow.
Youth mind searching for a way. Still the truth survive the darkness and reveal itself one day. No politician can stop it.
No army hold it down.
When the voice of Joo, every wicked throne shall drown.
Babylon hide the truth, but the truth shine naturally.
Babylon hide the truth. Still set the people free.
Babon, hide the truth. But the veil begin to tear.
Now the songs of liberation floating through the air.
Truth rise like the morning sun.
Truth rise for the old and young trembling out walls begin to crack and culture coming forward and there's no turning back on hide the truth.
Hide the truth.
No matter how deep it shall know and the people shall know too deep breathing through the darkness in your drum circle.
Like ancient thunder, a soft ch rises from the hills, calling the lost children home.
Born beneath the burning sunrise underneath creation's hand.
Children walking through the struggle.
Trying hard to understand.
Barbie corrupt the vision. Feed the people fear and lies. Still the fire of the ancestors living deep within their eyes. From the deserts to the islands, from the mountains to the shore, sacred flames of truth and freedom burning brighter more and more.
Every sufferation teach us, every scar become a sign that the roots of ancient wisdom still survive through space and time. Children of the sacred fire, rise and let the truth be known.
Children of the sacred fire, child will never leave you alone.
Children of the sacred fire, carry light through darkest days, through oppression and corruption.
Still we chant and still we praise.
Old men sitting by the roadside.
Tell the stories of the past.
How the kingdoms fell to greediness. Yet the spirit always lasts. Mother's praying through the midnight for the youth to find the way while the drums of revelation echo softly till the day.
Trade lights moving in the window like the branches of the tree rooted deep in African memory calling every soul to see.
No more chains upon the mind now. No more fear within the heart.
Sacred fire of liberation, lighting up the darkest part.
Children of the sacred fire, marching through the storm as one.
Children of the sacred fire, guided by your holy son.
Children of the sacred fire, hear the ancient lion roar. Roots and culture growing stronger than they ever was before. Yeah.
Fire burn.
Fire burn.
Fire burn the temple.
Fire burn the soul.
Can cool the righteous spirit can break what I control.
They're calling hand drums. And children of the sacred fire, never bow to vanity.
Truth is stronger than deception. Love is stronger than brutality.
The elders whisper softly through the smoke and through the trees. Ancient wisdom move among us. Floating in the evening breeze. Moonlight shine on shash.
Stars above the Congo plain. Every chant become a healing for the broken and the drain. From Jamaica, streets of struggle to the hills of Ethiopia.
Sacred fire keep on burning through the age of dystopia.
No dictator stop the movement. No corruption stop the flow.
When the righteous rise together, even Barbie must know.
Children of the sacred fire. Keep the ancient flame alive.
Children of the sacred fire. Through the hardship we survive.
Children of the sacred fire.
>> A bright and dawn.
While the wicked system crumble, roots and culture carry on.
Sacred fire burning higher. Sacred fire never tire. Ancestors walk beside the people through the valley of despair.
And the children of the fire carried our light everywhere.
Children of the sacred fire, keepers of the ancient way.
Though the world grow cold and wicked, the flame shall never fade away.
Slow roots baseline rise like thunder beneath the earth.
Bingi drums beating steady as the heartbeat of creation.
A mystical female voice drift through the smoke. Oh yeah.
From the hills of ancient kingdoms to the corners of the ghetto street, I can feel the elders calling through the rhythm and the peace. Every struggle sh the spirit.
Every scar revealed the way.
And the wisdom of the ages still guide I through every day. I belong. Build walls of madness.
Trying hard to blind the youth. But no system built by wickedness can ever bury truth. Cause the roots run deep beneath them.
Like the rivers to the sea and the fire of revelation.
Now awaken inside of me with that blood flow through I like the healing summer rain.
Ancient knowledge keep strong through the suffering and pain.
Wisdom flow through July died again.
No corruption can control what the ancestors contain.
In the city filled with violence, where the hungry children cry. Still the lion heart keep beating.
Still the spirit never die. Old man sitting by the roadside.
Smoking earth beneath the trees.
Speak of kingdoms long forgotten.
Carried softly in the breeze. Ra woman redemption by the fire late at night.
Every Lord become my weapon.
Every word become my light. Dreadlock sway like sacred branches rooted firm in African soil. Teaching every sons and daughters.
Truth is greater than the SP.
Wisdom flow true. I from the mountain to the plane.
Every heartbeat carry me.
No bar remain.
Wisdom flow through. My wash away the greed and shame through the fire of creation.
High and I shall rise again.
Can you feel it moving?
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Can you feel it moving deep inside the soul?
Ancient wisdom flowing beyond all control.
No, no television doctor, no politician gay can stop the roots of knowledge burning in Johnny.
The ancestors beside us though unseen to human eyes. Speaking through the drums and thunder through the earth and through the skies.
Moonlight over.
Stars above the Congo shore.
Every generation searching for what came before. From Jamaica, streets of hardship to the deserts far away.
Sacred wisdom keep on flowing like the dawning of the day. Children dancing around the fire. Elders chanting ancient sounds.
Passing down the hidden teachings, kept alive for so long. No empire lasts forever.
No oppressor keeps the throne.
But the wisdom of the righteous live eternal in the bone.
Wisdom flow through.
Guide the weak and guide the strong.
Ancient voices rise again in the power of the song.
Wisdom flow through I like a river without end through the darkness just provide and the righteous shall transient river never dry flow on flow on truth and culture never die M wisdom in the bloodline, wisdom in the soul. I guide the righteous people forever more.
Wisdom flow through. I say from the hills of ancient kingdoms to the corners of the ghetto street. I can feel the elders calling through the rhythm and the beat.
Every struggle shape the spirit.
Every star reveal the way and the wisdom of the ages still guide you through every day by belong. Build walls of madness.
Trying hard to blind the youth. But no system built by wickedness can ever bury truth. Cause the roots run deep beneath them.
Like the rivers to the sea la seals of revelation.
M deep thunder roll across the baseline.
Now drums echo like prophecy through the hills.
Alone horn cry drift through the darkness.
Then the lioness chant begins in the age of confusion where the wicked where the crown seven seals begin to open and the truth come raining down.
Ancient writings on the wall now refused to read while the poor man fight for survival and the rich man worship grief. Fire burning in the city.
Smoke rising through the sky.
Children searching for redemption as the system slowly die. But the elders keep on warning. Through the rhythm and the chant that the kingom built on fire soul never stand never stand. Seven seas of revelation opening before our eyes.
Seven seas of revelation.
No more hidden wicked lies.
Seven seals of revelation.
Hear the ancient trumpet sound.
Babylon walls start trembling as the truth come crashing down.
First first seal break with thunder shaking voices crying through the land.
Second seal reveal the violence brought by wicked human hands. Third seers show the hungry masses fighting daily just to live. While the rulers feast in luxury taking more and never give thoughts right upon the sorrow.
Death and suffering increase.
Still the righteous keep on chanting for the call in time of peace. Fifth seal cry for all the marters lost beneath oppression rain their blood water reolution and shall never die in verse seven seals of revelation ancient prophecy unfold seven seals of revelation more precious than silver and gold seven seals The revelation light shining through the storm.
Though the wicked block destruction, roots and culture still reborn.
Can you hear the trumpet sounding?
Can you hear the drums declare?
No more hiding from the judgment.
Truth is floating through the air la shake the earth with fire. Moon turn red and stars descend. Kings and rulers started trembling knowing empire reached the end. Seven seas silence falling then the heavens stop to sing.
Anient voices calling for the rise of your kingdom. Moonlight over mountain.
Lightning dancing in the clouds.
Rest are warm and by the fire.
Chanting boldly, strong and proud. Every dreadlock called a story. Ooh. Every drum beat told a key. Ooh. Unlocking chains upon the spirit. Ooh. Setting captive people free.
From the ghetto through the mountains.
From the islands to the plains. People waking from illusion, breaking mental slavery chains. No corruption stop the movement.
No deception stop the tide.
When the seals of truth are open, know where to hide. Seven seals of revelation.
Ancient wisdom now revealed.
Seven seals of revelation. Every hidden wound be healed.
Seven seals of revelation. Here the lion spirit roar children maring forward. Stronger now than ever before.
Seal by seal. Truth reveal. Fire burn the wicked deep.
Seal by seal, trumpets cry. Ancient kingdom never die.
Righteous people stand together through the thunder and the flame.
The kingdom everlasting forever in his name. Seven seals are opening one by one and the sleepers start awakening. Ancient drums still beating, truth still rising, just still guiding.
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Deep thunder roll across the baseline.
drums echo like prophecy through the hills.
A lone horn cry drift through the darkness.
Then the lioness chant begins.
In the edge of confusion, where the wicked wear the crown, seven seals begin to open and the truth come raining down. Ancient writings on the wall now.
Babylon refused to read while the poor man fight for survival.
And the rich man worship greed.
Fire burning in the city.
Smoke rising to the sky.
Children searching for redemption as the system slowly die.
But the elders keep on warning through the rhythm and the chant that the kingom built on false never stand. No never stand. Seven seals of revelation opening before our eyes.
Seven seals of revelation.
No more hidden wicked lies.
Seven seals of revelation.
Hear the ancient trumpet sound.
Babylon start trembling as the truth come crashing down.
First seal break with thunder shaking voices crying through the land.
Second seal reveal the violence brought by wicked human hands. Third seal show the hungry masses.
Fighting daily just to live.
While the rulers feast in luxury, taking more and never give. For see right up on the sorrow, death and suffering increase.
Still the righteous keep on chanting for the coming time of peace.
seal cry for all the markers lost beneath oppression rain their blood wat reolution and shall never die in vain seven seals of revelation ancient prophecy unfold seals of revelation more precious than silver and gold seven seals of revelation There should light shining through the star.
Though the wicked plot of destruction, roots and polocks still reborn.
Can you hear the trumpet sounding?
Can you hear the drums declare?
No more hiding from the judgment.
Truth is floating through the air.
Six shake the earth with fire.
Moon turn red and stars descend.
Kings and rulers start to trembling.
Going empire reach the end. Seven seance falling.
>> Then the heavens start to sing.
Ancient voices calling for the rights of your kingdom.
Moonlight over Zia.
Lightning dancing in the clouds.
Roman by the fire.
Chanting boldly, strong and proud. Every dreadlock or a story, every drum beat our key.
Unlocking chains upon the spirit.
Setting captive people free. From the ghettos to the mountains, from the islands to the plains.
People waking from illusion.
Breaking mental slavery chase.
No corruption. Stop the movement.
No deception. Stop the tide.
When the seals of truth are open. Bobby line got nowhere to hide. Seven seals of revelation.
Wisdom now revealed.
Seven seals of revelation.
Every hidden wound be healed.
Seven seals of revelation.
Hear the lion spirit roar.
Children maring forward. Stronger now than ever before.
Seal by sea. Truth revealed. Fire burned and wicked deep. Seal by sea. Trumpets cry. Ancient kingdom never die.
Righteous people stand together through the thunder and the flame.
Kingdom everlasting forever in his name.
Seven seals are opening one by one.
And the sleepers start awaken.
Ancient drums still be truth still rising.
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Your chains upon the spirit.
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Heavy roots best line.
Breathing slow.
Now you're being a drum circle like freedom in the night.
A distant melodic cry drift through the hills.
Then the lioness voice rise fearless and strong.
They can train the hands of the people.
They can lock the body away.
They can poison minds with corruption.
Turn the night against the day. But the spirit born of Zion cannot burn nor disappear.
For the fire of your creation still alive within us here. Babylon build walls of iron.
Bob and spread fear and lies. Still the children of the righteous.
Keep the flame within their eyes. From the ghettos to the mountains, from the rivers to the sea.
Ancient power move among us. Calling every s of freom. No chains upon the spirit.
No chains upon the sword.
Ji live forever beyond Babylon control.
No chains upon the spirit. Though oppression rule the land, truth and culture rising higher, guided by J might old man chanting by the roadside.
spoke our wisdom filled the air.
Speaking softly of resistance and the burden people bear. Mothers crying for the children lost beneath the systems greed. Still the roots of liberation growing like a sacred seed. Ra woman beat the drum now to the darkness of the edge.
Every heartbeat break illusion.
Every song unlocked the cage. Dreadlocks dancing in the moonlight like the branches of a tree rooted deep within the knowledge of the ancient ancestry.
No chains upon the spirit.
No prison for the mind.
Though the wicked hide the pathway, truth is never hard to find.
No chains upon the spirit. Hear the lion spirit roar.
What was buried now awaken stronger than it was before.
Can't take the wind.
Can't catch the fire.
Can't silence truth.
Can't kill desire.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. The spirit move like fire.
Up across the hills at night, guiding every lost believer toward the everlasting light.
Now your bingy drums keep calling ancestors nearby.
Every chant become a weapon against corruption and lies.
Moonlight over Shashame.
Stars above the Congo place.
Freedom flowing through the people like the breaking of the chains.
From Jamaica, streets of struggle to Ethiopia's holy ground.
Righteous voices keep on rising till the walls come tumbling down. No dictator can destroy it.
No empire stop the tide.
For the spirit born of righteousness carries a power inside even in the darkest hour.
When the wicked seem so strong the soul of liberation keep on singing freedom songs. Oh no no no chains upon the spirit.
No chains up on my heart.
I guide the righteous people from the ending to the star. No chains upon the spirit. Through the fire we transcend.
Ancient wisdom everlasting world without an end.
Break the chain. Break the fear. Our children standing here. Break the chains. Free the soul. No wicked power.
Take control.
Spirit rise like thunder. Spirit rise like a flame.
Righteous people marching onward and holy name. No chains upon the spirit. No chains upon the soul. Babylon kingdom fading, but your children growing bold. Ancient fire still burning. Ancient drums still and the righteous liberation shall forever be found.
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Now the drums beating ancient rhythms of remembrance.
A melodic we softly in the distance.
Then the lion step to the microphone.
Dreadlocks carry history more than Baban can see. Every strand alleging story of resistance and dignity.
From the ships upon the ocean to the hills of Ethiopia roots survive the wicked fire still growing stronger taller.
They tried to shave the lion children.
Caught the roots and steal the name.
But the spirit of the elders still remain within the flame.
Every lock become a scripture.
Every crown become a sign that the truth of ancient kingdoms can never fade with time.
Dreadlocks carry history through this suffering and pain.
Dreadlocks carry his story like the blood within I.
Dreadlocks carry his story of the kings and queens before.
Ancient wisdom keep on rising stronger now than ever more.
Old woman sitting by the fire.
Tell the children where they from.
Speak of warriors and healers before Babylon kingdom come. She said never go to falsehood. Never trade your soul for gold. Cuz the roots of African glory worth much more than wealth control. Ra youth man on the corner chanting freedom through the night.
Police watching with suspicion still him spirit burn bright every upon him shoulder carry memories of the past I'm the truth the system bur still survive but still shall last dreadlocks carry history from the mountain to the sea dreadlocks carry History can never make us free.
Dreadlocks carry history of the rebels and the wise.
Hear the drums of liberation calling every soul to rise.
Dreadlocks.
More than fashion, more than vanity, it is memory.
Ancient kings wore crowns of glory.
Ancient prophets walk the land. Now the children keep the culture through the rhythm and the chanting the drums keep beating like the heartbeat of the earth calling every lost descendant back to knowing what them over stars above Jamaica sky every silent witness.
to the years of sacrifice.
From the Congo to the islands, people searching for the way and the roots of revelation growing stronger every day.
I love fear the lion people cuz our eyes begin to see that no system built on greediness can erase identity for the wisdom of the elders still surviving in the soul and the crown of dread creation can never be controlled.
Dreadlocks carry history.
Here the ancient lion roar.
Dreadlocks carry history like the ones who came before. Oh, dreadlocks carry history and the fire still remain.
Children marching onward, breaking every mental chain.
Roots upon roots. Generation to generation.
Locks upon locks. Ancient meditation.
Kings never die. Queens never fade.
Truth still living.
Nobody learning. B.
Dreadlocks carry history. In every strong, in every heartbeat, in every drum beat.
Ancient memory never perish.
Roots on everlasting la.
Soft horns drift through the midnight air.
baseline deep and warm like the heartbeat of Africa.
Na bingi drums echo beneath the stars.
A lion is voice rises with the moon.
Moonlight over Adis Saba.
Silver shining on the hills. Ancient whispers through the cedars. Move the night so calm and still. Children dancing by the fire. Hilders chanting sacred songs. While the spirit of creation guide the righteous all along from Jamaica shores of struggle to Ethiopia's holy gate every soul search for redemption before it become too late to spread fear and hunger still the people keep the faith cause the root salvation wisdom No corruption can erase.
Moonlight over shining down on moonlight over like in the sky. Moonlight over.
Guide the weary through the storm.
Ancient fire. Keep on burning.
Keeping roots and culture warm a woman by the roadside.
Wrapping colors red and gold.
Singing songs of liberation.
Just like prophets sang of every note become a river flowing deep into the soul. Healing hearts destroyed by greediness.
Making broken spirits whole. Lord men smoking in the court.
Speaking softly of the past of the kings and queens before us. And the truth that always last. Though the empire rise in violence, though corruption stain the land, still the light of creation shine upon the righteous man.
Moonlight overab.
Hear the ancient lion roar.
Moonlight overab.
Truth is stronger than before.
Moonlight over floating through the evening breeze.
Touching every sons and daughters like the whisper through the trees.
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lalight guide home tonight. Moonlight, keep the vision bright. Oh, >> moonlight guide home tonight. Oh, yeah.
Now your bing drums keep calling through the valleys and the plains.
Every heartbeat car meories.
Every chunk break mentally chains.
Ancestors walk beside the people in the silence of the night.
And the stars above Ethiopia burn with everlasting light. Far away across the ocean, youth men searching for the truth. Trying hard to find direction in a world that poison you. Still the hills of calling like a dream within the soul.
Telling every lost belie.
No machine can stop the spirit. No empire stop the dawn.
For the roots of African glory still forever carry on.
And the moon above the mountain. Watch the nations rise and fall.
While the wisdom of the righteous, how live every kingdom walk.
Moonlight over wash away the fear and pain.
Moonlight over let the people rise again.
Moonlight over children never alone. Through the fire and tribulation sion always call us home.
Moonlight shining. Ancient fire burning.
Ancient fire. Ancient fire burning.
Moonlight shining. Ancient fire burning.
M. Moonlight. Moonlight shining.
Ancient fire burning.
Moonlight. Drums keep beating.
Righteous hearts returning.
Moonlight overab carry us through the night till the morning of redemption.
Rise with your holy light.
Moonlight overab soft upon the hills.
Ancient wisdom in the breeze and the drum still calling.
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A deep baseline breeze slowly through the night.
Now your bingy drums pulse like an ancient heartbeat.
Soft rain fall upon zinc rooftops and the lioness begin to chant.
In a world of endless talking, where deception fill the air, there's an elder by the fire side with a wisdom deep and rare, never shouting for attention, never chasing wealth of fame.
Yet the truth inside spirits burn more bright than Bobby L fling. Lines of time are upon for it. Stories resting in mind.
Every silence hold our meaning.
Every pause reveal the wise. Children gather close around.
While the evening breeze blow cold and the elders speak in silence more than words could ever hold. The elders speak in silence.
Still the righteous hear the call. The elders speak in silence.
Ancient wisdom guide us all. The elders speak in silence. Through the thunder and the rain and the truth flow like a river.
True. Spirit and I vain.
Bobby teach love confusion.
Turn the people from the way.
Fill the cities up with madness.
Till the soul begin decay.
But the el know the secret that the stillness hold the key.
are the vice of creation.
Live beyond what eyes can see. Cross our mind in the moonlight.
Beat the drum so soft and slow as the stars above the mountain.
Cast a sacred golden glow. Every heart piece carry memory.
Every rhythm carry truth. Calling back the lost. generation from the poison fed to you. The elders speak in silence. Yeah. The lion spirit move.
The elder speaking silence in the roots and in the ghoul.
Oh, the elder speaking silence. No corruption can erase.
All the wisdom of the ancients still remain in time and space no no.
No need for empty speeches.
No need for vanity.
The elders speak true actions, true patience, true humility.
Oh, by the fire in the midnight, you watch the flames dance slow and the children start to understand the things they need to know.
I been the drunk to be like the birds beneath the earth teaching every sons and daughters what their spirit truly worth.
Moonlight over Shashai.
See us swaying in the breeze.
Old man huming ancient melodies beneath the quiet trees.
Far away the city crumbled under greed and violence reign.
Still the elder god the knowledge through the suffering and pain.
No empire lasts forever.
No oppressor keep the throne.
But the wisdom of creation always find its pathway home.
And the silence of the righteous, stronger than the tying cry, cry like the mountain standing patient underneath the endless sky. The elders speak in silence. And the people start to rise.
The elders speak in silence. Opening the blinded eyes.
The elders speak in silence.
Children hear the sound.
Ancient fruits of revelation growing deep beneath the ground.
Silence, stillness, stillness.
Wisdom in the night. Fire druming, guiding for the light. Dear and never fear the darkness for truth forever near.
And the ones who truly listen, always here.
In a world of endless talking where deception fill the air, there's an elder by the fire side with a wisdom deep and rare.
Never shouting for attention.
Never chasing worth of fame.
Yet the truth inside spirit burn more bright than barb flame.
In a word of endless talking where deception feel the air.
There's another by the fire side.
We the wisdom deep and rare.
Never shouting for attention.
Never chasing for fame.
Yet the truth inside and spirit burn more bright than barb flame.
Lines of time upon for it.
Stories resting in your mind.
every silence or the meaning.
Every pause reveal yeah m M yeah deep roots baseline bubbling through the speaker now drums beating steady beneath the stars.
Soft smoke rise toward the moonlight.
And the lion's voice drift through the night.
>> In the garden of creation, Jack provide for every soul.
Leaves and roots for meditation to make the wounded spirit whole.
While Babylon self pollution and poison for the gay, the herbs of the healing nation still wash away the pain.
From the hills of Ethiopia to the Kingston countryside, ancient wisdom of the elders never fade no, never.
Every child is hold remebrance.
Every flame reveal the way for the herbs of revelation bring the mind to brighter day.
Herbs of the healing nation growing from the sacred ground.
Herbs of the healing nation. Let the righteous truth be found.
Birds of the healing nation. Lift the weak and calm the sword.
Jo creation give the medicine. No corruption control.
Old man sitting by the riverside.
Smoking softly in the dawn.
Speaking words of inspiration till the fearfulness be gone.
Children dancing in the courtyard.
Drums echo across the land.
While the lionhearted people join together, hand in hand.
Ra so gently underneath the cedar tree.
Every night become a healing setting captive people free.
Dreadlocks flowing in the moonlight like the rivers through the sea.
And the herbs of ancient wisdom open blind eyes up to see.
Herbs of the healing nation flowing through our hearts and bread.
Herbs of the healing nation wash away the stress and strength.
Perms of the heating nation. Ancient roots forever strong.
Bring the people back together through the power of the song.
Meditation, elevation, healing of the sufferation.
Oh, body and fear, the natural wisdom that the earth provide for free. Cuz the moment minds awaken, chains begin to cease to be.
Now your bingy drums keep beating like a post beneath the sky and the smoke rise up like prayer to the most high standing high.
Moonlight shine on Shashan.
Soft breeze moving through the trees.
Ancient healers keep the knowledge floating in the evening breeze.
From Jamaica to Zimbabwe, people searching for relief through the herbs of creation. Find a refuge from the grief.
No chemical illusion can replace the earth's embrace for the healing of the spirit come from nature's sacred grace and the elders keep reminding every daughter every son that the roots of true redemption grow beneath the holy sun herbs of The healing nation. Hear the ancient lion roar.
Herbs of the healing nation. Stronger now than before.
Herbs of the healing nation. Guide the people toward the light through the fire and tribulation.
John protect the righteous fight.
Burn the chalice. Lift the prayer.
Healing in the midnight air. Roots and culture never fade.
Ancient medicine.
The herbs of the healing nation flow through every guided by the wisdom of your mighty hand. Herbs of the healing nation for the body, for the soul, for the weary generation.
Ancient roots still growing.
Ancient drums still sounding.
And the healing never ending.
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Deep baseline road.
Like flowing water through the valleys.
Now drums pull slow as the heartbeat of the earth.
A melodic cry drift across the midnight breeze.
Then the lioness begin to sing.
Rivers know the ancient song long before the empires rise.
Flowing through the generations underneath the moon skies.
From the mountains of creation to the oceans deep and wide, sacred waters keep the memory that the wicked cannot hide. Bump beyond build walls of concrete.
Poison rivers for the gold.
Still the currents of the ancients carry stories never told.
Every drop revelation everywhere remember pain.
From the ships of captivity to the freedom still remain.
River the ancient song.
>> Hear them singing through the night.
Rivers know the ancient song. Guide the people to the light. Oh, rivers are the ancient song flowing deep through and I ancient wisdom never perish. Though the wicked kingdoms die, old man sitting by the riverside, speaking softly to the youth.
Say the water hold the secret of forgotten hidden truth.
Listen close beyond the surface.
Hear the voices from before.
Every stream carry the heartbeat of the ones who came on shore. Ra woman by the moonlight.
Wash your hands beneath the rain.
Chanting songs of liberation for the suffering and pain.
Dreadlocks moving in the breeze now like the branches of the trees.
While the rivers sing redemption through the valleys and the seas. Oh, rivers know the ancient song. From me to rivers know the ancient song. Healing heart smile by my love. rivers all the ancient song.
>> Hear the drums beneath the floor and the wisdom of creation.
Still alive and still shall grow.
>> Flow on river carry I hope.
>> Flow on river.
>> One river >> never leave I alone.
drums beside the shorine. Thunder softly through the dark.
Every ripple hold remeg truth flow deeper than corruption and shall wash away the stain. Moonlight over Congo River.
Stars above the cedar trees.
Children dancing near the fire to the ancient melodies.
From Jamaica to Uganda.
From the desert to the coast.
Rivers carry songs of freedom.
For the ones who suffer most.
No oppressor stop the movement.
No empire stop the tide.
For the waters of creation always reach the ocean wide.
And the elders keep reminding every dark, every song that the river of redemption never cease until it done.
Oh, rivers know the ancient song. Hear the lion spirit call.
Rivers know the ancient song. Jack creation guide us all.
And rivers know the ancient song.
Flowing through the earth and sky.
Roots and culture everlasting.
Ancient truth shall never die.
Flow flow, flow, river, flow. Carry the memory. Flow, river, flow. Carry the destiny. Ancient water still speaking.
Ancient drums still beating. Truth flowing through creation for every nation.
Deep deep rivers know the ancient song and the righteous hear the call.
From the hills to the ocean to the soul of I and I.
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Deep baseline roll like flowing water through the valleys.
Naingi drums pow as the heartbeat of the earth.
A melodic cry drift across the midnight breeze.
Then the lionist begin to sing.
Rivers know the ancient song. Long before the empires rise flowing through the generations underneath the moonlit skies.
From the mountains of creation to the oceans deep and wide. They could watch us keep the memory that the wicked cannot hide. By beond build walls of concrete, poison rivers for the go. Steal the current of the ancients.
Car stories never told. Every drop hold revelation.
Every wave remember pain. From the ships of captivity to the freedom still remain. Oh >> rivers know the ancient song. Hear them singing through the night. Oh yeah.
>> Rivers know the ancient song.
>> Guide the people to the light. Oh rivers know the ancient song. flowing deep through I and I. Ancient wisdom never perish though the wicked kingdoms die.
Hold on sitting by the riverside speaking softly to the youth.
S the water hold the secrets of forgotten hidden truth. Listen close beyond the surface. Hear the voices from before.
Every stream carry the heartbeats of the ones who came ashore. Ask that woman by the moonlight.
Wash your hands beneath the rain.
Chanting songs of liberation for the suffering and pain. Dreadlocks moving in the breeze now like the branches of the trees.
While the river sing redemption through the valleys and the seas >> rivers know the ancient song from Ethiopia tonight. Oh yeah. Rivers know the ancient song. Healing our smile by my Lord. Rivers know the ancient song. Hear the drums beneath the floor and the wisdom of creation.
Still alive and still shall grow.
Slow on river >> carry I >> slow on river >> never leave I alone >> on river >> never leave I alone now bringing drums beside the shorine thunder softly through the dark every ripple hold remeance every wave ignite the spark Babylon can't stop the current, can't command the sacred rain.
Truth flow deeper than corruption and shall wash away the stain. Moonlight overcome the river.
Stars above the cedar trees.
Children dancing near the fire to the ancient melodies. From Jamaica to Uganda, from the desert to the coast, rivers carry songs of freedom for the ones who suffer most. No oppressor stop the movement. No empire stop the tide.
For the waters of creation always reach the ocean wide.
And the elders keep reminding every daughter, every son that the river of redemption never sees a sun till it done. Oh, rivers know the ancient sun. Hear the lion spirit caller.
Rivers know the ancient song. Jack creation guide the song.
Rivers know the ancient song flowing through the earth and sky. Roots and culture everlasting.
Ancient truth shall never die.
Flow river flow. Carry the memory. Flow river flow. Carry the destination. Water still speaking.
Drums still beating. Truth. True.
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Rivers know the ancient song and the righteous hear the call from the hills to the ocean to the soul of I and I.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Black star over land.
Oh yeah.
Black star over Congo land shining through the smoke and pain.
Watching over generations, calling freedom once again.
From the rivers rich with diamonds to the forest soaked in tears.
People fighting for survival. True oppression and the years. I belong for the riches.
Take the gold and leave the scars.
Still the spirit of the people burn beneath the wounded stars.
Every child born in struggle carries strength within the soul and the fire of liberation.
No corruption can control. Black star over Congo land.
Guide the people through the night.
Black star over Congo land.
Burning with ancestral light.
Black star over the land. Hear the lion and the spirit roar.
Ancient kingdoms rising stronger than they ever rise before.
Old women singing by the rivers softly through the evening ray.
Songs of warriors and healers lost beneath colonial chase.
Children dancing in the village. Why?
While the drums speak to the sky and the elders keep reminding that the spirit never die. Ra woman shine redemption.
Underneath the moon tree.
Every note become a healing for the hearts that seek to free. Dreadlocks blowing like the Congo wild on deep and running long carrying the anient memory through the power of the song.
Black star of a Congo land shine upon the suffering youth.
Black star over Congo land the people back to true.
Black star overcome gold and no more stolen destiny.
Jack creation called the nations toward the path of liberty.
Yeah. The jungle drums now ever to creation.
Yeah. The crying mothers praying for salvation.
Babu empire on the blood of the poor.
Still the roots of African power growing stronger than before. Now your bing fire keep burning through the valley and the plane and the black star keep on shining through the suffering and pain.
Moonlight of our conglor silver dancing on the street.
Young men searching for tomorrow in a broken wicked scheme.
Still the wisdom of the elders. Move like wind through every tree.
Telling every sons and daughters know your word and rise free.
No dictator stop the movement. No machine destroy the soul. For the heartbeat of the people carry strength beyond control. And the black star of redemption still appear above the land like a sign of job protection guiding with eternal hand. Oh oh oh. Black star over land.
Lift the weary from despair.
Black star over protection everywhere.
Black star, black staring.
Ancient fire never fade. Roots and culture everlasting.
Though the wicked invade, black star rising through the fire. Black star shining higher and higher. Humble and remember glory remain the people. The spirit can't be changed.
Black star over combo land. Black star rising through the fire. Black star. Black star shining higher and higher.
Congol. Remember ancient glory remain though wound the people the spirit can't be chained black star of our land watching through the night still beating and the people still fighting.
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Light through the stor.
Through the valley of destruction where the hopeless wonder blind spread fear and hatred trying hard to break the mind.
Children crying in the ghetto.
Mothers praying through the rain.
Steal the light of creation.
Shine beyond the grief and pain.
Many roads fill up with sorrow.
Many hearts grow tight and warm.
But the righteous keep on maring through the fire and through the storm.
For the elders told the people darkness never ruled too long.
And the spirits of redemption still alive within the song. Lights through the storm.
Shining when the night feel.
Your light through the storm. Guide the weak and make them strong.
Your lights through the storm. Burning true corruption. Rain.
Ancient fire. Keep on glowing through the suffering and pain.
Old man standing by the roadside lifting my eyes toward the sky. Say the world may shake with violence. Still the truth can never die.
Ra woman chant beside it. Voice so gentle, vice so strong, like a river flowing steady, carrying the people on. Dreadlocks dancing in the rainfall like the branches of the tree.
Rooted deep within the wisdom of the ancient ancestry.
Every heartbeat told remembrance. Every drum be told the key unlocking chains upon the spirit. Calling every soul to free. Light, shall light through the stone. When the wicked clouds appear, sh light through the storm. Drive away the doubt and fear. Light through the storm. Hear the lion spirit roar.
Roots and culture rising higher, stronger now than ever before. Oh oh oh oh star may rage around the people but your fire still burn bright. Storm may shake the earth beneath us. to the right. Just hold the light. Light oh drums keep beating like the heartbeat of the land.
And the elders keep on guiding with the wisdom in their hands.
Babylon kingom trembling as the truth begin revealed for no empire built on wickedness can forever stand like steel. Moonlight break through every cloud now.
Silver shining on the plane. Ooh.
Children dancing in the puddles, laughing softly in the rain.
From Jamaica to Zion, from the Congo to Cape Town, people lifting songs of freedom.
Till the walls come crashing down. No oppression stop the movement, no corruption, stop the tide. for the power of your guidance. Living deep and high inside. And the storm shall pass eventually like the dark before the dawn. While a fire of liberation carry all the righteous on light, shall light through the stor the wey safely home.
Light through the song.
>> Never let the righteous wrong. Light through the ancient wisdom ever strong through the rain and tribulation.
Children carry on.
Light shining through the thunder. Light shining pulling it from under. Strong can drown the spirit. Storm can bend away. Fire everlasting forever and a day. Light shining.
Light shining.
Light shining. Shining.
Light shining.
Light shining.
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J light shining through the valley of destruction where the hopeless wonder blind Barbie loans spread fear and hatred trying hard to break the mind.
Children crying in the ghetto.
Mothers praying through the rain.
Still the light of Jo creation shine beyond the grief and pain. Many roads filled up with sorrow.
Many hearts grow tired and warm.
But the righteous keep on maring through the fire and through the stor.
For the elders told the people.
Darkness never ruled too long.
And the spirit of redemption still alive within the song. Light through the stor shining when the night feel light through the stor. Guide the weak and make them strong. Light through the storming through corruption.
Rain ancient fire keep on glowing.
Through the suffering and pain, through the valley of destruction, where the hopeless one, the blind, when the ancestors return, When the ancestors return to the fire and the rain, every stolen piece of history shall awaken once again.
From the valleys of oppression to the mountains of the free.
Ancient spirits walk among us. Though invisible they be. I belong life at the righteous.
Mock the wisdom of the old. Trading truth for empty riches. Selling souls for scraps of gold.
But the elders saw the future written in the stars above and the ancestors returning with the power of jello. When the ancestors return, hear the drums across the land. When the ancestors return, truth shall rise and firmly stand. When the ancestors return, chains of darkness break apart. Tension, wisdom flowing freely through the people heart to heart. Oh, all women singing in the village by the fire late at night.
Speak of warriors and healers coming back with holy light. Children listen with white eyes now while the moon shines silver bright and the seed softly swaying in the cool and sacred night. Rest with the unrum.
Slow and steady like the tide.
Every rhythm called remembrance for the ones who never died. Dreadlocks moving in the moonlight like the rivers long and deep.
Holding memories of kingdoms buried underneath the sleep.
When the ancestors return, hear the lion spirit roar. When the ancestors return, we shall know ourselves once more. When the ancestors return, no corruption shall remain for the fire of liberation.
Wash away the greed and pain.
Can you feel them drawing nearer in the thunder in the breeze? Can you hear them softly calling through the rivers, through the trees drums awaken, ancient heartbeat of the earth and the People start remembering what desperate truly were bar kingom trembling as the veil begin to tear for the ancestors are walking through the midnight air.
Moonlight overab stars above the congo plains.
Every chance become a pathway breaking mental slama to Zimbabwe.
People rising hand in hand.
As the ancestors return now to restore the broken land.
No machine can stop the movement. No empire stop the tide. For the souls of ancient warriors still alive and still in sight. And the children of tomorrow shall remember who they are.
Guided by the fire of wisdom and the everlasting star. When the ancestors return, children rise as one. When the ancestors return, healing shine like morning sun.
When the ancestors return, roots and culture never fade.
Ancient truth that never lasting.
Though the wicked invade, ancestors rising through the fire.
Ancestors calling higher and higher.
Hear the drums now. Hear the truth now.
Children awakening.
All our across creation.
When ancestors return. When the ancestors return. When the ancestors return.
When the ancestors return. The river shall remember.
The mountain shall remember.
The people shall remember.
Ancient wisdom everlasting roots and culture never die.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
sitting on a throne of lies built from the sweat of the poor mind cries gold in a pocket while the children starve divide the people and tear the soul apart but the time of reckoning drawing near righteous footsteps everywhere appear from the hills to the ghetto Street Jack children rising with the rebel beam. False leaders hiding behind them wall. But the voice of the sufferers shake them all. No amount of silver, no amount of guns can stop the judgment when your kingdom come. Shine down the wicked throw.
Fire burn till corruption.
Shine down the wicked.
My children marching strong.
Shine on the wicked throne. No more chains upon the land. Truth and justice rising higher. Guided by your mighty hand. In the city where the sirens cry.
Youth man searching for a reason why.
Mothers pray into the sleepless night.
Still the lion spirit hold them tight.
Old man smoking by the roadside said the wickedness can never hide. Every empire build one day collapse like a dying weed roster. Woman beating drones slow calling ancient wisdom to overflow.
Dreadlock swinging like a lion man.
Breaking every mental sl every chance become a lightning spark.
Burning through the kingdom of the dark.
Shine on the wicked.
Hear the drums of revelation. Yeah.
>> Shine on the wicked throne for the healing of the nation.
Ch the wicked thy land begin to shake. Roots and culture rising stronger. No more soul for them to take.
Who build the prisons who steal the land. Who poison rivers and kill the innocent.
But the people getting wiser and the truth can't hide no more. Every heartbeat of resistance become louder than before.
Now I bring you fire blazing through the valley and the town and the righteous congregation say the wicked must come down blue light over shash stars above the congo plane. Every drum beat carried freedom. Breaking all oppression chains from John to Zimbabwe.
People chanting as one voice in silence the wicked.
Now the righteous make them choice.
No dictator can survive it. No corruption stop the time.
When the fire of your justice burning deep in iron sight and the throne build out our wickedness soon crumble into dust for the people find the power of unity and trust.
Shine on the wicked throne till the poor no suffer no more.
Shine on the wicked throne.
>> Open every prison door.
Shine on the wicked throne. Let the children rise and sing. Ancient wisdom guide the people toward the reign of child the king. Fire blaze. Fire blaze.
Fire blaze. Wicked kingdom fade away.
Heart strong. Fire blaze. Righteous people marching on fire. Shine down bel again. Till the poor man free again.
Feel dry cover the earth.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
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Mystic corns of Ethiopia calling through the ancient hills.
Echoes of forgotten kingdoms.
Floating soft and standing still.
From the cedars of the highlands to the rivers far below comes the sound of revelation.
Only righteous hearts can know from the world in madness.
Fill the streets with fear and greed.
Steal the horns of ancient wisdom.
Call the people to be free.
Every note carry remembrance of the kings and queens before and the fire of liberation growing stronger than before.
>> Ethiopia blowing through the night so clear.
Mystic of Ethiopia calling Jack children near >> mystic of Ethiopia guide the righteous through the storm.
Ancient voices rise together keeping roots and culture warm.
Moonlight shine on this.
Silver dancing on the stone.
Rust a woman by the fire.
Shanting softly all alone. Dreadlocks blowing in the cool breeze.
Like the branches of the trees.
While the mystic horns keep sounding through the valleys and the season.
Old men sitting by the hillside speaking wisdom to the youth.
Say the horns are more than music.
They awaken hidden truth. Every block shaped mental chains. Now every echo breaks and the sleeping generation start to open weary eyes.
Mystic horns of Ethiopia.
Hear the lion spirit roar.
Mystic horns of Ethiopia. Stronger now than ever before.
Oh, mystic horns of Ethiopia.
Calling from the mountain side.
Ancient wisdom flowing freely like a sacred rising tide. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
The horns cry across creation. Hear the drums call for liberation.
Across creation.
For liberation. Fire I keep burning through the darkness of the age.
Every rhythm break oppression.
Every chance to unlock the cage.
Bobby L. Fear the music cause the truth inside it strong. And the people stop remembering where they truly belong. Far far away.
In distant cities you searching for the way. Lost inside the concrete jungle.
Trying hard not to decay. Still the mystic hearts keep calling like a vision in the night leading every lost believer to everlasting light. No empire can silence thunder. No machine can stop the sound.
When the horns of ancient Zion make a wicked kingdom drown and the mountains stand as witness to the changing of the age. While the righteous march together, breaking free from every cage.
Mysticorns of Ethiopia lift the weary from despair.
Mystic corns of Ethiopia protection everywhere.
Mystic horns of Ethiopia. Ancient fire never die.
Through the smoke and tribulation, truth still rising to the sky.
Blow ho through the valleys. Blow ho through the city.
>> Ancient trumpets sound the warning for the rising of the dawn.
Roots and culture everlasting.
Carry on.
Carry on.
Mystic horns of Ethiopia still echo through the mountains.
Still calling the righteous home. Still shaking by long walls.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Dusty roads carry dreams of distant souls.
Children searching for redemption.
Trying hard to become whole.
From the ghettos of oppression to the hills of ancient kings.
Hear the sound of freedom calling.
Through the wind the mountains sing.
Bob around us.
Fill the streets with greed and war.
Steal the righteous. Keep on jouring toward the long awaited shore.
Every mile through heat and struggle, every star become a guide for the road to liberation.
Live forever deep inside. Dusty roads to shy home through storm and pain. Dusty roads to sh light shining once again. Dusty roads to sh.
Hear the ancient lion roar. Roots and culture calling loudly. Stronger now than ever before.
Old man walking within staff. No sand beneath weary feet.
Say the road may test the spirit.
Still the journey sweet.
Ra woman by the roadside.
Selling herbs and singing songs.
Her voice drift across the valley like a place where souls belong.
Children running through the village.
Nothing underneath the sun.
While the elders tell the stories of the battles fought and won.
Dreadlocks blowing in the dry wind like the branches of the trees and the wisdom of the angels moving softly in the breeze. Dusty roads to shame.
Every traveler know the way. Dusty roads to shame.
Lead the righteous day by day.
Dusty roads sh the sorrow and the fear toward the land of restoration with the spirit crystal clear.
Dusty roads long and winding ancient songs still remind me drums keep beating like a heartbeat through the land and the mountain stand in silence watching over Jack man I belong can't stop the movement can't erase the prophecy father to shame living every soul that free moonlight fall on humble houses.
Stars above the cedar are trees.
Fire burning in the distance. Smoke floating with the breeze from Jamaica to Africa.
People chant with lifted hands for the healing and redemption of the broken scattered lands. No empire last forever.
No oppressor keep the crown for the truth of ancient Zion.
always pull the wicked down. And the dusty roads keep stretching toward a brighter rising dawn.
While the children of the righteous keep maring on and on. Dusty road to sh.
Carry every prayer and song. Dusty road to sh. Teach the weary to stay strong.
Dusty roads to shield never alone through the valleys of tribulation.
Zion always call us home long up spirit strong right still like carry on shashing calling. Hear the drum sound.
Roots and culture rising all around.
>> Dusty road.
>> Dusty roads to shame.
>> Dusty road.
>> Dusty roads to shame.
>> Dusty road.
Dusty roads to shash.
Dusty roads to shash.
Carry dreams of distant souls.
Children searching for redemption.
Trying hard to become whole. From the ghettos of oppression to the hills of ancient kings.
Hear the sound of freedom calling through the wind. The mountains sing.
Bobby build walls around us. Fill the streets with greed and war. Still the right just keep on journeying toward the long awaited shore.
Every life through heat and struggle.
Every star become a guide for the road to liberation.
Live forever deep inside.
Dusty roads to shame.
Carry dreams of distant souls.
Children searching for redemption.
Trying hard to become whole. From the gate of oppression to the hills of ancient kings.
Hear the sound of freedom calling through the wind. The mountains sing.
Ooh.
Yeah.
Ooh.
No prophecy written in gold, carved in fire, carved in soul.
Long before the empire talking, ancient truth was made to unfold.
In the mountains of creation, in the dust of history lies the word of re hidden deep for eyes to see.
Bobby try change the story try erase the sacred line but the truth no corruption true survival on space and time every page that they have buried every voice they try to conceal still the spirit of the elders make the broken future heal prophecy written In gold, shining through the dark and cold.
Prophecy written in gold for the righteous, young and old.
Prophecy written in gold. Cannot fade, cannot die. Ancient fire of revelation burning deep within. I in the city of confusion where the systems feed the blind.
Still the chosen ones are walking with a different state of mind. Gras woman by the fire reading signs within the smoke.
Every whisper from the chalice carry wisdom when she's full.
Home chanting by the hillside with a voice like weathered stone.
Say the truth was never missing.
It was always in the bone. Dreadlocks carry ancient writing.
Every strand of living page telling stories of the freedom of a far forgotten age.
Prophecy. It's an invo to the fire and the pain.
Prophecy written in calling righteousness again.
Prophecy written in go from Ethiopia to see.
Every soul that hear the message start to rise and start to free.
Can you read it in the wind?
Can you feel it?
under skin.
Now your bingy drums revealing what the rulers tried to hide but the secret gold of wisdom cannot be denied.
Ancestors move among us in the silence and the sound and the prophecy is rising from beneath the sacred ground.
Moonlight over stars above the Congo plane.
Every heartbeat is a scripture written through the joy and pain. From Jamaica to Ethiopia, from the desert to the hills, people waking to the message that the ancient truth fulfills.
No deception lasts forever.
No illusion stays in place.
For the prophecy of Zia shine upon the human race and the gold is not the meta but the wisdom of the soul that no emperor can purchase and no system can control.
Prophecy written in gold shining brighter than the sun.
Prophecy written in gold till the wicked kingdom done.
Prophecy written in gold carried through the stormy sky and the righteous understanding never ever die.
Oh light tension rising.
Truth bright never hiding.
Seal of fire.
Seal of sound.
Prophecy rising all around.
Oh, prophecy written in Oh, deted in spirit, not in stone. Calling every lost believer back to what they always known.
Fire keep burning >> in I s keep burning in I s fire keep burning in I soul yeah in I soul Why I keep burning in my soul.
Even when the night broke cold.
Even when the world get wicked and the lies begin to unfold.
From the ashes of oppression.
From the sorrow and the pain.
Still the flame of my creation burns within me once again.
Bobby L tried to cool the spirit tried to freeze the righteous fire.
But the more them apply pressure, the flame rise even higher.
Every struggle feed the ember.
Every tear become a spark.
And the light of deny shine through every place of dark. Fire keep burning in my soul. Your light make my heart cold. Fire keep burning in I soul. No can take control. Fire keep burning in my soul. Like a lion never tame.
Hion wisdom in the heartbeat.
Forever praising Jane in the city full of madness.
Will the system break the mind?
Still the children of creation.
Try to leave the pain.
Ra woman by the roadside.
Singing softly to the wind.
Every Lord become a blessing for the healing deep within. Old man walking with his wisdom.
Eyes that seen so many years. Tell the youth to keep the fire.
Even true the blood and tears. Don't you let them steal your brightness.
Don't you let them dim your flame.
For the fire in your spirit is your truth and is your name. Fire keep burning in my soul. Through the storm and through the cold. Fire keep burning in my soul. Your creation make fire keep burning in my soul. Like the sun that never fall. Guiding every lost believer through the rise and through the fall.
Burn.
>> Fire of creation. Turn into liberation. Burn.
>> Fire of creation.
Now your dingy drums keep calling like the heartbeat of the land and the ancestors surrounding every child, every man, no machine can stop the burning. No empire can suppress for the fire of just spirit is eternal righteousness.
Moonlight stars above the Congo sky.
Every flame become a story that will never truly die. From Jamaica, hills of struggle to the deserts far away.
People rising with the fire, guiding darkness in today. No oppression lasts forever.
No deception stand the test for the fire of truth inside. And I always bring the spirit rest and the wicked keep them tremble.
When the righteous start to sing for the fire in the people is the power of a king. Fire keep burning in my soul. Like the rivers never dry.
Fire keep burning in my soul. Touch the earth and touch the sky. Fire keep burning in my soul. Through the storm and through the rain and the flame of liberation wash away the fear and pain. Burn it bright. Burn it bright. Burn it true.
Burn it true. Your fire living I never fade. Never fade. Never die. Never die. Fire rising to the sky. Ancient flame. Ancient flame. Ever strong.
Carry through the righteous song.
M.
Fire keep burning in my soul.
Yeah.
Yeah. Fire keep burning in my soul.
Fire keep burning in my soul.
Fire keep burning.
I soul.
Fire keep burning in my soul.
Even when the night grow cold. Even when the world get wicked and the lies begin to unfold, fire keep burning in our soul.
Even when the night grow cold, even when the world get wicked and the lies begin to unfold. From the ashes of oppression.
From the sorrow and the pain, still the flame of I creation burns within me.
Once again try to cool the spirit tried to freeze the righteous fire.
But the more than my blood pressure, the flame rise even higher. Every struggle feed the ember.
Every tear becomes a spark and the light of within shine through every place of dark. Fire keep burning my soul light.
Fire keep burning my soul. Nobody.
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