Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [low vocal register] Red sun sinking low Flute crying to the wind Drum like a heartbeat Calling me again [Verse 1] Tracks in the dust Deer hoof Old bear claw Bow bent easy String humming in my palm Bone-carved knife Hangs cold at my side Master chief watching In the corner of my eyes [Chorus] Smoke on the ridge I’m talking to the spirits tonight I breathe the grass See the fire in the sky Smoke on the ridge They show me where the wild ones run I follow every shadow till the hunt is done [Verse 2] We sit by the coals Pipe passing hand to hand Rising embers Carry every word we send Faces in the flames Old ones Laughing low Flute starts singing And the visions start to grow [Bridge] [whispered vocals] Show me the trail Show me the sign Walk with my feet Look through my eyes [crescendo] If I must take Let me give back Lay down this life On a soft red path [Chorus]
Tags
Earthy native-influenced blues with low male vocals, open-tuned slide guitar, and breathy wooden flutes answering the vocal phrases. Slow tom-heavy groove with hand percussion, bass humming under the drums. Verses stay intimate and sparse; chorus widens with stacked call-and-response chants and long flute tails. Occasional throat-sung drones and distant group shouts to deepen the trance-like, spiritual hunting atmosphere., blues, slow
Duration
3:41
Instrumental
No
Created
1/3/2026