HEAD HUNTERS TO MONEY HUNTERS

tribal drums
Tribal war cry
8-10 seconds instrumental intro
Verse 1
From the hills of Nagaland, where the thunder drums once rolled
Warriors of the ancient blood, with hearts of burning gold
They carved their names in legend, they wore the horns of pride
Every head a trophy, every scar a battle cried
The elders told the stories by the fire's sacred flame
Of honor won in combat, of a warrior's true name

Pre-Chorus
But the drums have fallen silent
And the fire's burning low
A different war is raging now
A colder, darker foe

Chorus
HEAD HUNTERS! — Warriors of the old
HEAD HUNTERS! — With hearts of steel and gold
Now we bow to silver, now we kneel to greed
MONEY HUNTERS! — Slaves to what we need
The blade that once brought honor — now cuts the soul instead
From HEAD HUNTERS TO MONEY HUNTERS — the living and the dead!

Verse 2
The spears are laid to rest now, the shields collect the dust
The oath that bound the brotherhood has crumbled into rust
They traded pride for profit, they sold their father's name
The fire of the ancients now a flickering, dying flame
The chief who once led armies now begs before the throne
Of paper gods and silver lords — a kingdom built of stone

Pre-Chorus
Where is the code of honor?
Where is the warrior's word?
The battle cry of ages
Is a whisper never heard

Chorus
HEAD HUNTERS! — Warriors of the old
HEAD HUNTERS! — With hearts of steel and gold
Now we bow to silver, now we kneel to greed
MONEY HUNTERS! — Slaves to what we need
The blade that once brought honor — now cuts the soul instead
From HEAD HUNTERS TO MONEY HUNTERS — the living and the dead!

[Bridge — slow, heavy, spoken word over power chords]
We were the sons of thunder...
We were the keepers of the flame...
Now we sell our brothers for a handful of coin
And hang our heads in shame
"NAGA BROTHERS!" "NAGA SISTERS!"— Remember who you are!
The blood of warriors flows in you — beneath the fading star!

Guitar Solo — shredding, dive bombs

Verse 3
The jungle holds the secrets of the men we used to be
The mountains keep the memory of a people proud and free
But the cities choke with corruption, the poison spreads like fire
A generation lost to greed, a people up for hire
The war drum beats no longer, but the battle's not yet done
Awake the sleeping warrior — the fight has just begun!

Final Chorus — double-time, anthemic
HEAD HUNTERS! — REMEMBER THE OLD!
HEAD HUNTERS! — WITH HEARTS OF STEEL AND GOLD!
We will NOT bow to silver! We will NOT kneel to greed!
HEAD HUNTERS! — Rise again and bleed!
The blade that once brought honor — WILL CUT THE CHAINS INSTEAD!
FROM HEAD HUNTERS TO MONEY HUNTERS — RISE UP FROM THE DEAD!

Outro — fading battle drums, chanting
"NAGA BROTHERS ... NAGA SISTERS....rise again..."
"The blood remembers... the blood remembers..."
fade to silence