Upon This Hill
Upon This Hill is a cinematic, ritualistic rap — backed by Latin chants and the weight of centuries. It speaks of a nameless wine (TBA Oct 19, 2025), born from resilience, carried by tradition, and sharpened through defiance.
And there’s more to it - To Be Continued.
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Inspiration: Upon This Hill
This piece is more than music: it is a platform to call attention to the hardships of viticulture and viniculture. The greatest wines of the world are born from struggle — from steep hillsides carved by hand, rocky valleys shaped by weather, or soils that demand patience and resilience. Whether on slopes that test balance or plains that test endurance, every glass carries the imprint of labour. Too often, the thousands of hands that tend these vines remain unseen and under-appreciated.
By stripping away the luxury of wine, this track returns us to its roots. A reminder that behind each glass lies sacrifice, labour, and memory. It stands as a tribute — that there is always more to taste, if you choose to listen.
It began with one grape in one region, grown on the hills of Piedmont. From those slopes came the spark for this piece. But along the way, it became something larger — something that reached beyond a single place. And so, I chose to keep this region nameless here. Its companion, Blind on the Hill, will arrive on October 19, 2025, and there the story will return directly to the land that first inspired it.
WE WILL NOT STOP HERE.
Lyrics
In monte sacro sanguis manet (On the sacred hill, the blood remains)
Deus oblitus terra meminit (God forgets, but the earth remembers)
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum (I am not wine, I am sacrament)
I was born from dirt that don't forgive
Where roots speak slow but never quit
Where fog don't lift it watches
And time don't pass it punishes
A thousand hands worked this hill
But none were mine still I feel
Every scar it pressed in silence
Every thorn it grew in defiance
No fruit just fire
No name just wire
I was wound in wood sealed in stone
Buried alive just to age alone
This ain't luxury it's ritual
This ain't tasting it's biblical
You sip to forget I pour to recall
Every voice that cracked but never crawled
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Don't mistake this for velvet this is venom
Don't call it patience I'm a system
Built to wait but never sleep
Steeped in storms too dark to weep
I've seen centuries crumble kings get bold
Watched prophets age and temples sold
You wanna drink history? You're not ready
I'm the hill still bleeding slow and steady
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Incendimur sed non deflagramus
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Expectamus in tenebris
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Deus oblitus
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
terra meminit
You keep sipping legends
I'm still becoming one
You toast the past
I chew the sun
I don't age I stalk
Don't whisper I knock
I ferment like a locked-up god
Pressed by the weight of a world that forgot
And now let the mouth open
Let the speed ignite
Let the breath twist sharp
Let the syllables bite
I was coiled in a barrel like a beast in chains
While they bottled my name and embalmed my pain
Now I spit like thunder like a choir on flame
Like the Latin broke loose and rewrote the game
I don't sip I strike don't swirl I swing
Every line that I spit is a plague or a wing
Every beat I eat is a ritual sting
Every pause I break is a crown I bring
Still bleeding still breathing still feeding
On silence they left me to rot in the deep end
Now I'm screaming in Latin beneath what you're reading
And breaking the chalice you toast with grieving
Speed this double it cut through time
I don't rhyme for approval I rhyme for the climb
Like a hill that cracked from pressure divine
I was never just wine I was design
A design to rise to speak when still
To echo through stone to break what kills
To haunt the air with a breath too real
To roar like fire upon this hill!
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
In monte sacro
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Deus oblitus
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Terra meminit
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Deus oblitus
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Terra meminit
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Deus oblitus
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Terra meminit
Non vinum sum sacramentum sum
Deus oblitus