牧牛少年 · Forbidden Art from the Dragon Cave | Official Music

Chinese fantasy music inspired by wuxia and cultivation worlds.
A modern epic song about A young cowherd stumbles into a hidden Dragon Cave and obtains a forbidden cultivation art.
Hunted by sects and fate itself, he must choose between power that consumes him and a path that reshapes the world

lyrics:

牛背上的少年
niú bèi shàng de shàonián
赶着暮色回村
gǎn zhe mùsè huí cūn
山风卷着草灰
shān fēng juǎn zhe cǎo huī
把旧歌吹得发闷
bǎ jiù gē chuī de fā mèn

忽然脚下裂缝
hūrán jiǎoxià lièfèng
石乳滴在指纹
shí rǔ dī zài zhǐwén
一声闷雷塌下
yì shēng mèn léi tā xià
黑洞吞没黄昏
hēi dòng tūnmò huánghūn

龙窟开在脚下
lóng kū kāi zài jiǎoxià
命运刻进胸甲
mìngyùn kè jìn xiōngjiǎ
禁忌一字一滴火
jìnjì yí zì yì dī huǒ
在血里爬
zài xuè lǐ pá

牧牛的手掌
mùniú de shǒuzhǎng
握住古老惩罚
wò zhù gǔlǎo chéngfá
从此再抬头
cóngcǐ zài táitóu
是星河 不是天涯
shì xīnghé bú shì tiānyá

龙骨绕成石阶
lóng gǔ rào chéng shí jiē
冷鳞嵌在岩壁
lěng lín qiàn zài yánbì
符纹像是枯藤
fú wén xiàng shì kū téng
却在脉搏里发亮
què zài màibó lǐ fāliàng

他把竹鞭放下
tā bǎ zhú biān fàng xià
双膝跪进黑暗
shuāng xī guì jìn hēi’àn
那卷残破经页
nà juǎn cánpò jīngyè
在他眼中缓缓燃
zài tā yǎn zhōng huǎnhuǎn rán

谁在耳畔低语
shéi zài ěrpàn dīyǔ
“凡骨也能改名”
fán gǔ yě néng gǎi míng

每一笔逆天誓言
měi yì bǐ nìtiān shìyán
都刻在心室的缝隙
dōu kè zài xīnshì de fèngxì

他不再问归路
tā bù zài wèn guīlù
也不再唤故乡
yě bù zài huàn gùxiāng
只听体内怒潮
zhǐ tīng tǐnèi nùcháo
一寸寸 推开脊梁
yí cùn cùn tuīkāi jǐliáng


English (translation)

A boy on an ox’s back
drives the dusk home to the village.
Mountain winds carry ash,
muffling an old song.

The ground splits beneath his feet.
Drops trace his fingertips.
A dull thunder collapses the earth,
and a black void swallows the sunset.

The Dragon Cave opens below.
Fate is carved into his chest.
Each forbidden word, a drop of fire,
crawling through his blood.

The hands that once herded cattle
grasp an ancient punishment.
When he raises his head again,
it is the galaxy—no longer the horizon.

Dragon bones coil into stone steps,
cold scales set within the cliffs.
Runes like withered vines
glow inside his pulse.

He lays down the bamboo whip,
kneels into the dark.
A tattered scripture unfolds,
slowly burning in his eyes.

A whisper brushes his ear:
“Even mortal bones can be renamed.”
Every vow against heaven
is etched into the chambers of his heart.

He no longer asks the way home,
nor calls for his village.
He listens only to the raging tide within,
inch by inch forcing open his spine.



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