[Verse 1]
Bricks turned to stone, the skyline swallowed light,
Ledger pages burned beneath a moonless night,
Sea charts sunk where old trade winds used to rhyme,
Mapmaker fingerprints erased by passing time.
Torn proclamation folded in a soldier's coat,
Names washed out like paintings down a crooked moat,
Mountains grew from rubble, cities climbed like bones,
Old world murmurs riding basslines, low and known.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear it soft, then louder — like a distant drum,
Truth in the hush, say the names they tried to numb.
(Call) Who owns the tale? (Response) Not the hand that stole.
(Call) Who keeps the truth? (Response) We bring it back whole.
[Chorus — Chantable Mantra]
Whispers call — old walls, old world
(We sing what was stole)
Whispers call — old walls, old world
(Bring back every soul)
[Verse 2]
They stamped the maps with gold and altered every line,
Sank the sailors' charts — hid where the coastlines climb,
Burned the ledgers where an ancestor's name was scribed,
Carved the story up and left the edges denied.
Stone after stone they raised to hide a crooked past,
Their banners flutter loud while real voices last,
But under market smoke and courthouse marble cold,
A whisper threads the alleys — small, defiant, bold.
[Pre-Chorus]
Whisper grows, it rounds the corner, finds your ear,
Mi seh listen close — the lost are standing near.
(Call) Who wrote the law? (Response) Pages torn and sold.
(Call) Who holds the keys? (Response) We unlock what's told.
[Chorus — Chantable Mantra]
Whispers call — old walls, old world
(We sing what was stole)
Whispers call — old walls, old world
(Bring back every soul)
[Breakdown — Dub]
(Instrumental skank, heavy bass — leave space, echo)
Whis-persss — (echo: whis-persss) call — (echo: old walls)
Burned ledgers — (echo: burned ledgers) sunk sea charts — (echo: sunk charts)
Map prints — (echo: map prints) fingerprints — (echo: finger-prints)
Whispers call — old walls — (echo: bring back every soul)
[Bridge]
From mountain ridge to market where the children play,
From broken bells to sunrise on a faded bay,
We chant the names the victors wrote out of the page,
We stitch the torn proclamation, step by step, stage by stage.
Mi voice, your voice — lift like a chorus on the tide,
No more secrets drowned where the quiet used to hide.
(Call) Rise up — (Response) We come with open hands,
(Call) Speak truth — (Response) Let it roll across the lands.
[Final Chorus — Full Band]
Whispers call — old walls, old world
(We sing what was stole)
Whispers call — old walls, old world
(Bring back every soul)
Whispers call — old walls, old world
(We sing what was stole)
Whispers call — old walls, old world
(Bring back every soul)
[Outro]
So feel the riddim, let the bass unfold the scroll,
Whispers of the old world, reclaiming every soul.
Stone to mountain, brick to bone, the story's in the drum,
In reggae's heartbeat, we say the names — they will come.
(Repeat softly: Whispers call — old walls, old world…)