Mountain On Strings

Verse 1:
The people in power, they twist the strings.
They do the bidding of the wealthy kings.
Dhani brothers, we've seen this before,
Our elders sold us out, now we're left poor.
Dhani brothers, we've seen this before,
Our people suffer, while they ask for more.

Chorus:
Brothers, don't believe the lies they tell.
Brothers, we'll rise up and break this spell.
They've taken everything, but we'll take it back,
Together we'll stand, never lose track.

— In the initial campaign of conquest, the marching innoit armies managed to persuade dhani chieftains, and other nobles, by parading their numbers in colourful garb outside the cities and then bribing them to surrender

I crossed the vast and lonely salt flat, with nothing but the sound of the distant gongs to keep me company. The expanse stretched out before me like an unforgiving sea, and the hot sun beat down on me relentlessly.
As I walked, I couldn't help but think about the stories I had heard of this place - stories of a once-great empire fallen into ruin, its people scattered and its culture lost. As I listened to the melody echoing in my mind, I began to question everything I had been told.
"Maybe the elders hadn't acted in the best interest of our people. Maybe they had sold our future to our conquerors, leaving nothing for us."

Verse 2:
Wake up, young men, it's time to fight.
Tear down the strings that hold us tight.
The conquerors come, they want to take,
Our future's at stake, for our sake.
The conquerors come, they want to take,
Our strings in their hands, our fate they make.

Chorus:
Brothers, don't believe the lies they tell.
Brothers, we'll rise up and break this spell.
They've taken everything, but we'll take it back,
Together we'll stand, never lose track.

— During negotiations between the generals, it was promised that traditional privileges and practices would remain uninterrupted in exchange for labor and children

As the metallic beats grew louder in my ears, I felt a surge of hope - maybe we could do it. "Maybe we could reclaim sovereignty, and carve out a new home but it would surely be bloody."

Bridge:
The strings they hold, they won't let go,
But we'll fight for freedom, and we'll show,
That no more will we be slaves,
Our spirits strong, our will unbreakable.

Chorus:
Brothers, don't believe the lies they tell.
Brothers, we'll rise up and break this spell.
They've taken everything, but we'll take it back,
Together we'll stand, never lose track.

— Decades later, there is an ever-growing perception that the Dhani did not put up, even the littlest of resistance to preserve the rights of the non-nobles