[Intro – low, atmospheric, almost whispered]
There’s a man…
with a spear in his hands…
Dripping blood…
of a young beast’s mom…
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[Verse 1 – slow, heavy, grounded]
There’s a man with a spear in his hands,
Dripping blood of a young beast’s mom.
Walking tired with loaded shoulders,
Humble grace in his father’s soul.
Dark clouds follow where he wanders,
Hatchets, clubs—too much to hold.
Storm is rising, tearing silence,
Land forgets the paths he knows.
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[Pre-Chorus – tension rising]
To where… will he go…
When the sky begins to fall?
To where… will he run…
When he’s nothing left at all?
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[Chorus – emotional, haunting, repeatable]
Nomad man… where do you go?
With the weight you cannot show…
Through the storm, through the night,
Carrying both wrong and right…
Nomad man… do you pray?
For the soul you gave away…
In a world both kind and cruel,
Are we hunters… or just fools?
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[Verse 2 – more cinematic, vivid imagery]
There’s a man with a doe on his shoulders,
Far from warmth, far from home.
Lightning cracks the sky wide open,
Thunder answers—he’s alone.
Humbly cries a quiet sorrow,
Fighting just to still survive.
Fear starts dancing in his prayers now,
Rain and tears blur out his eyes.
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[Pre-Chorus – softer, more intimate]
Visions… in the rain…
Of a love he left behind…
Gentle hands… gentle face…
Now just shadows in his mind…
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[Chorus – fuller, stronger]
Nomad man… where do you go?
With the weight you cannot show…
Through the storm, through the night,
Carrying both wrong and right…
Nomad man… do you pray?
For the soul you gave away…
In a world both kind and cruel,
Are we hunters… or just fools?
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[Bridge – dramatic, almost spoken/chanting]
In the woods… he saw it rise—
First true darkness in his eyes.
One by one… the wolves appear…
Hunger louder than his fear.
Is this fate… or is this due?
What we take… returns to you…
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[Final Chorus – powerful, almost breaking]
Nomad man… here you stand…
Blood and mercy in your hands…
Through the storm, through the end,
You were both the beast… and man…
Nomad man… now you know…
Every path has debts to owe…
In a world both kind and cruel,
We are seekers… passing through…
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[Outro – fading, soft]
There was a man…
with a doe on his shoulders…
A last stroke of light…
And he gave back… his soul…
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