Cloak

[male country voice] [guitar] [Verse 1] In a town forgotten by the sun, Where the wind whispers tales of battles won, There was a swordsman named Cloak, Whose blade was sharp, whose heart was oak. [Chorus] But he lost his life in a duel of fate, To a beauty wielding a blade of hate, Now cursed to serve Death's call, He wanders the land, his soul in thrall. [Verse] With every strike, he takes a soul, His own life's price to pay the toll, The men he faces, great and brave, Fall to his cursed blade into a bitter grave [Chorus] But he lost his life in a duel of fate, To a beauty wielding a blade of hate, Now cursed to serve Death's call, He wanders the land, his soul in thrall. [Bridge] In the shadows of the night, Cloak's heart yearns for the light, But the curse upon him has no key, His fate sealed, his destiny. [Verse 3] Oh, Cloak the Cursed, the swordsman of lore, A tragic tale of love and war, His sword once bright, now stained with blood, A lonely wanderer in a sea of mud. A tragic tale of love and war, His sword once bright, now stained with blood, A lonely wanderer in a sea of mud. [Chorus] But he lost his life in a duel of fate, To a beauty wielding a blade of hate, Now cursed to serve Death's call, He wanders the land, his soul in thrall. [Outro] The tale of Cloak, the swordsman cursed, A story of love and death immersed, His duel with the beauty, his final breath, Now he wanders, bound by Death's deathless quest.