Shaman of the Thu’um Dovahkiin

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The music begins with deep, slow drumbeats, like the heartbeat of the earth itself. Around it—mist, creaking wood, the howling of wind across mountain peaks.
This is no mere melody. This is a ritual — an ancient shamanic rite, where the shaman doesn’t just summon spirits…
He sings the legend — the tale of the Dovahkiin, both savior and curse of the North.

🔥 Elements of the Composition:
The drums echo like the call of the ancestors. Every pulse hits deep in the chest, as if each beat tears open a forgotten memory of old.

The shaman's voice — raspy and ritualistic — speaks in Dovahzul, the language of dragons. Sometimes a whisper, sometimes a guttural invocation.

From the fog, you hear a choir of the dead, as if Sovngarde answers the ritual, echoing the name: “Dovahkiin… Dovahkiin…”

In the background: bone rattles, runic whispers, crackling fire, and the distant echo of “FUS RO DAH”, fading into the mist.

Midway, a surge of power erupts — the voice rises, as if the Dragonborn himself responds, and the music swells, darker and more powerful.

The finale — the rhythm fades, as if the rite is complete. Everything falls still. Only the wind keeps singing...

🌌 Visually, this music is:
A shaman cloaked in bones and hides, standing in a circle of ancient stones.

Around him — shadowy spirits, listening, whispering in an ancient tongue.

Above — a starless sky, or clouds heavy with storm, above which a dragon’s cry still echoes.

This is not just a song — it is a spell, a memory, a myth the world itself refuses to forget.