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"Storyteller Eternal" is a powerful and uplifting anthem celebrating Anansi, the trickster god, as the eternal weaver of stories. In this track, Anansi’s role as the creator of tales and wisdom unfolds, with his stories shaping the world across time.
Through heavy guitar riffs and dynamic rhythms, "Storyteller Eternal" reflects Anansi’s ability to craft reality itself with every word and every tale. The song explores the idea that stories shape the fabric of existence, and through Anansi’s eternal storytelling, the world continues to evolve. From his origin in Ashanti and Akan mythology to his widespread influence as a symbol of wisdom, "Storyteller Eternal" captures the power of storytelling as a divine force that transcends time.
Anansi, the eternal trickster, crafts the world’s fate, one story at a time. The music and lyrics convey that no matter the age or the people, Anansi’s stories will never end, for his wisdom continues to shape the world, weaving the past, present, and future.
Storyteller eternal
Through the ages, his tale’s been told,
A weaver’s mind, a thread of gold.
Anansi spins, from dawn to dusk,
The world is born, the truth in trust.
A web of stories, woven tight,
The spider’s thread, the gods' delight.
From the dark, the world begins,
The storyteller’s hand spins.
Storyteller eternal, his voice will rise,
A tale untold beneath the skies.
Through every word, the world is spun,
Anansi’s work is never done.
Through the storms and shadows deep,
Anansi’s words, they never sleep.
A trickster’s mind, a god’s own hand,
He weaves the world, across the land.
A web of stories, woven tight,
The spider’s thread, the gods' delight.
From the dark, the world begins,
The storyteller’s hand spins.
Storyteller eternal, his voice will rise,
A tale untold beneath the skies.
Through every word, the world is spun,
Anansi’s work is never done.
Through every age, his web will grow,
The stories told, the wisdom flow.
In every heart, in every mind,
Anansi’s tales are intertwined.
Now the world is made anew,
Through every tale, the spirit grew.
Anansi laughs, the circle turns,
The eternal flame, it brightly burns.
A web of stories, woven tight,
The spider’s thread, the gods' delight.
From the dark, the world begins,
The storyteller’s hand spins.
Storyteller eternal, his voice will rise,
A tale untold beneath the skies.
Through every word, the world is spun,
Anansi’s work is never done.