Ancestral Veins

(Intro)

(A deep pahu drum beat drops in, heavy and rhythmic, paired with a slow, driving reggae bassline and a distant, atmospheric electric guitar)

The history isn't just on the page.

It's in the bone. It's in the breath.

(Verse 1)

We don't need a book to know where we belong

We carry the past in the motion and the song

When we exhale, we create the tropical breeze

Our minds adapt like the tides of the open seas

Passed down through the generations, unseen but felt

The strongest hand that the islands ever dealt

Mind, body, spirit—the trinity of power

Standing tall like the mountains in our darkest hour.

(Pre-Chorus)

When the sun goes down and the torches ignite

The Huaka'i pō walk through the Hawaiian night

From beyond the veil, the Night Marchers tread

Guiding the living, the honored, the dead

You can hear the drums echoing through the trees

Waking up the ancient Mana inside of me.

(Chorus)

(Distorted rhythm guitar kicks in, the beat gets heavier and more intense)

I got that fire burning deep, I got the spirit sustained

I got the lava flowing hot through my Ancestral Veins

From the physical might to the spiritual sight

We carry the tenacity to stand up and fight

Humble in our knowledge, ferocious in our soul

The blood of the Kanaka will never lose control

Yeah, it’s pumping through my Ancestral Veins.

(Verse 2)

(Beat switches to a hard, steady reggae-hop groove, vocals shift to a rhythmic, driving rap flow)

We step with the Lua, the art of the warrior

Breaking the barriers, defending the borders

Fluid as the water, but strike like the stone

Every single movement is a history we own

Unwritten, unbroken, we speak it out loud

The voice of the ancients, resilient and proud

No obstacle too high, no situation too deep

We got that island willpower that never goes to sleep.

(Bridge)

(Music strips back to just the heavy pahu drums, a booming bassline, and a chanted vocal)

Breathe in the Mana, exhale the storm.

In the fires of the earth, our people were born.

The lava in the mountain is the blood in the core,

A modern day Kanaka with the strength of before.

(Chorus)

(Full band crashes back in, powerful and uplifting)

I got that fire burning deep, I got the spirit sustained

I got the lava flowing hot through my Ancestral Veins

From the physical might to the spiritual sight

We carry the tenacity to stand up and fight

Humble in our knowledge, ferocious in our soul

The blood of the Kanaka will never lose control

Yeah, it’s pumping through my Ancestral Veins.

(Outro)

(Deep drums continue, electric guitar wails a slow, soulful riff that echoes out)

The Night Marchers walk... we follow the flame.

Lava in the blood... we carry the name.

Ancestral Veins...

Mana in the breath...

(Fade out into the sound of a distant chanting and ocean waves)