Burn the Sacrament (Nyabinghi) (A)

Burn the Sacrament (Nyabinghi) (A) — Arjuna Sound / CongoTunes Playlist: Rasta Kamp — Golden Hour Roots LYRICS: [Intro - deep nyabinghi groundation, akete kete drums and bass funde rolling, hand drums, fyah-chant call, ancient and burning] (Burn it... burn the sacrament... fyah!) Gather round the fire — the drum a-call, the smoke a-rise. [Verse 1 - chant-led lead over the nyabinghi heartbeat, soulful and solemn] Light the fire in the centre, let the brethren gather near the drum begin to talk now and the Most High draw near we burn the holy sacrament, the green that Jah did sow not for the flesh, but for the spirit, watch the offering glow This nuh wickedness, my brother, this a worship and a prayer the incense of the ancient ones rising through the air from Sinai to the mountain where the poor still gather round — burn the sacrament to Jah and the drum it shake the ground [Pre-Chorus - the drums build, hands lifting, fyah rising] So burn it, burn it, brethren, let the holy smoke ascend a covenant of fire that the Most High did intend [Chorus - thunderous nyabinghi chant chorus, full gang voices, drums driving hard] Burn the sacrament, burn it to the Most High let the smoke a-rise like a prayer into the sky burn the sacrament, fyah for the throne — the offering of the poor man, and he never burn alone fyah burn, drum a-roll, let the spirit testify — burn the sacrament, burn it to the Most High [Verse 2 - drums deepen and quicken, the chant grows urgent and full] Babylon a-call it sinful, Babylon a-call it crime but Babylon nuh know the fire that been burning all of time from the temple to the mountain, from the priest unto the poor the sacrament been rising up to knock on heaven's door We burn down all the wickedness, we burn down all the pride we burn the chains of Babylon and the lies that they hide and what remain when the fire die is a heart that's washed and clean — burn the sacrament to Jah and rise up in the green [Chorus] Burn the sacrament, burn it to the Most High let the smoke a-rise like a prayer into the sky burn the sacrament, fyah for the throne — the offering of the poor man, and he never burn alone fyah burn, drum a-roll, let the spirit testify — burn the sacrament, burn it to the Most High [Bridge - drops to bare drums and a lone fyah-chant voice, ancient and burning] (fyah... fyah... burn for the Most High...) Every coal a little covenant, every flame a holy word every drumbeat in the chest a prayer the Most High heard so gather round the groundation where the faithful poor still come — burn the sacrament to Jah, and let the heartbeat be the drum [Outro - the nyabinghi drums roll out slow and deep, fyah crackling, voices fading] Burn the sacrament... fyah for the Most High... give thanks and praise. (drum a-roll... smoke a-rise... one love... Selah.)