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A heavy ritual chant of offering and return. (Dark Balkan Folk / Ancestral Ritual) A grounded, circular chant inspired by the imagined Prehistoric Balkans and archaic South Slavic epic rhythm. Built on steady, repeating lines, the song unfolds around a ritual act: a gift poured to the earth, smoke rising, and the living standing within a closed circle of fire and memory. The Story: The theme is ancestral exchange and continuity. What is given to the soil is not loss, but return. Bones rest beneath the threshold, watching through time, while fire carries breath upward and back again. Blood flows like a river, linking fathers and sons, roots and branches. The ancestors are called not as ghosts, but as strength — unseen, enduring, present. Perfect for: Ancestral rituals, deep focus, night listening, meditation on lineage, dark fantasy or world-building, and moments of grounding where fire, earth, and breath must align. A natural fit for Dark Folk, Epic Folk, Pagan, and Ritual Ambient playlists. 🎵 Elements & atmosphere: • Deep vocal drone and invocation • Circular, ritual rhythm • Libation, smoke, fire, and bone as sacred symbols • Call-and-response feeling between living and ancestors Lyrics (English translated): I pour the gift to the quiet earth, here on the ground This ain't no sin, it's the fruit of our kin I watch the smoke, in gray circles, drifting everywhere Like a breath it returns, the whole circle Fathers, come to us in our circle Come this very moment for what is owed It's blood, hot flowing like a river Your strength comes to us from afar The bone lies beneath the threshold, deep down It watches us from the depths, that ancient eye I tend the ember, let it burn through the dark You are the root, the dense forest, we are the breath An artistic, imaginative ritual work — not a historical or political statement, but an echo of the shared human need to remember where strength comes from. #darkfolk #slavicfolk #ancientmusic #lovesong #neolithic #balkanmusic #romance #seducingwind #meditationmusic #divostin #paganfolk