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an original ritual rap piece rooted in eternal folk and ambient gothic.

built on a slow, pounding rhythm that echoes like distant hooves, the track follows the voice of the white mare.

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lyrics ↓

i was born where the hooves cut stone,
where the grass remembers blood and bone,
they ran in circles, i stood alone,
white hide glowing like a warning throne.

the herd moved west with thunder breath,
manes like smoke, eyes drunk on death,
they followed drums, they followed men,
i followed silence — not them.

i drink from frost, i sleep in ash,
my ribs still sing when the sky goes black,
they branded fear into the pack,
but i bit the wind and didn’t crack.

call me the mare they couldn’t tame,
call me the salt in the iron chain,
my color burns in the evening rain,
i don’t outrun — i remain.

i speak in dust, i pray in hide,
my spell is paced in a four-beat stride,
every step is a vow denied,
every breath is a knife i ride.

the elders said: follow the sound,
follow the earth where the herd is bound,
but i heard a deeper underground —
a pulse with no crown.

white as bone, white as milk,
veins of fire under ritual silk,
they call me omen, they call me guilt,
i call myself what the moon built.

i don’t bow to the horse-gods’ line,
i don’t kneel to the whip or sign,
my shadow runs ahead of time,
i eat the dark, i don’t decline.

hear me knock in the valley throat,
hear me hum in the lichened slope,
i don’t need grass, i don’t need rope,
i was fed by the old hope.

the herd still dreams of fenced-in land,
softened hooves and a gentler hand,
i dream of frost on open sand,
of standing still where worlds unstand.

white mare, lone, uncounted, free,
i don’t follow what’s chasing me,
i carry storms in my teeth and knees,
i am the spell that lets them flee.

when they ask where the wild went,
tell them it stood and didn’t bend,
tell them the song was never sent —
it stayed in me.

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