Forest and grove I call my people home
melodic folk-infused metal driven by powerful clean female vocals—clear, commanding, and warm—often layered in ritual-like harmonies. guitars mix tight mid-gain metal riffing with lyrical melodic leads and heroic hooky solos, while traditional folk instruments weave naturally (not gimmicky) to reinforce the story. drums stay energetic and precise: gallops, marching beats, and folk-dance grooves with big lift; blasts are rare. bass is warm and grounded, locked to the kick for a heavy pulse. songwriting is anthem-first and narrative: scene-setting verses, rising pre-choruses, huge chant-ready choruses, plus bridges that drop into folk breaks or tempo shifts before the final surge. lyrics feel like modern sagas—folklore, history, rebellion, survival, and community pride—more triumphant than bleak. overall vibe: festival-sized, heroic, communal, and timeless metal with roots and heart.
Forest and grove I call my people home
melodic folk-infused metal driven by powerful clean female vocals—clear, commanding, and warm—often layered in ritual-like harmonies. guitars mix tight mid-gain metal riffing with lyrical melodic leads and heroic hooky solos, while traditional folk instruments weave naturally (not gimmicky) to reinforce the story. drums stay energetic and precise: gallops, marching beats, and folk-dance grooves with big lift; blasts are rare. bass is warm and grounded, locked to the kick for a heavy pulse. songwriting is anthem-first and narrative: scene-setting verses, rising pre-choruses, huge chant-ready choruses, plus bridges that drop into folk breaks or tempo shifts before the final surge. lyrics feel like modern sagas—folklore, history, rebellion, survival, and community pride—more triumphant than bleak. overall vibe: festival-sized, heroic, communal, and timeless metal with roots and heart.
Lyrics
[verse]
against the ash with a blade in my hand (my hand)
against the dark with my back to the stones (the stones)
through the silence left by fallen spires (fallen)
through the smoke where the screams still echo (echo)
[pre-chorus]
a cry still rings across the hills (it rings)
it pulls my steps through broken ground (come home)
[chorus]
the call of the forests, ooh, ooh (the call)
the call of the groves (the groves)
the call home, ooh, ooh (come home)
the trace in my heart, the song of my people (my people)
[verse]
what is this ache that stirs in my chest (this ache)
what is this pull that lifts up my eyes (look up)
what is this sign in the bruised grey sky (the sky)
what is this name in the wind that answers (answer me)
[pre-chorus]
a cry still rides on the whispering leaves (still rides)
a summons carried by wings above (wings above)
[chorus]
the call of the forests, ooh, ooh (the call)
the call of the groves (the groves)
the call home, ooh, ooh (come home)
the trace in my heart, the song of my people (my people)
[bridge]
a voice in the trees (i hear you)
a light in the dark (still burning)
[final chorus]
the call of the forests, ooh, ooh (the call)
the call of the groves (the groves)
the call home, ooh, ooh (come home)
the trace in my heart (still here)
the call of the forests, ooh, ooh (the call)
the call of the groves (the groves)
the call home, ooh, ooh (come home)
the trace in my heart, the song of my people (my people)