Canopy cries (so high)
Vines entwine with tales untold
Ferns unfurl to myths of gold
Panther's stealth, the serpent's coil
Over roots, our riffs embroil
In the lush, our music's claim
Jungle pulse, in rhythm we find
Primal calls from the wild, entwined
With thunder beats, the earth it shakes
To the song of the serpent that the forest makes
Under the emerald sky so vast
Rock the verdant world, holding fast
Raindrop symphony, the night's new encore
Nature's own rhythm, we take to the floor
Trees quiver, as the winds implore
Tales of the jungle, fevered and pure
Power chords rising, echoing the call
Of the wild heart beating, encompassing all
In the green, where the thick vines twist
Creeping tales, in the evergreen mist
Roots like veins, the heartbeat's draw
As we play it loud, the jungle's raw
Drums crash, like the thunder's roar
As the panther leaps to the ancient score
Mysteries carved in the bark and stone
The tribal chants, the overgrowth's moan
Drenched in life, an untamed roar
Nature's bounty, our spirits soar
Can you hear it, the rainforest's lore (rainforest's lore)
As we thrash to the cry, our guitars implore (guitars implore)