Lyrics
[Intro: Energetic accordion and clapping]
[Verse 1]
From skies of storm and shadows cast,
A wyvern fierce descended fast.
Upon a town too weak to flee,
But not alone, as fate would decree.
[Pre-Chorus]
With hearts aligned and courage seared,
The band of heroes stood and cheered.
[Chorus]
Together they fought, their spirits bright,
Through the darkness of impending night.
The Satyr's song, a laughter wove,
Under the stars, their battle stove.
[Verse 2]
Elves of the wood, their magic flared,
Spells of storm and fury they dared.
A mighty bear with eyes aflame,
Struck deep, the wyvern to tame.
[Pre-Chorus]
In every spell and mighty blow,
Their unity and strength did grow.
[Chorus]
Together they fought, their spirits bright,
Through the darkness of impending night.
The Satyr's song, a laughter wove,
Under the stars, their battle stove.
[Verse 3]
An elven monk with limbs so quick,
His strikes precise, his movements slick.
The tail that lashed, he met with grace,
And in the dance, he found his place.
[Pre-Chorus]
With every kick and punch thrown,
The seeds of victory were sown.
[Bridge]
Yet as the beast lay quiet and still,
A truth revealed gave the night a chill.
A mother's heart, with fear entwined,
Her little ones, left behind to find.
[Verse 4]
In silence deep, the heroes stood,
Their victory’s cost, now understood.
A tale not of glory, but of woe,
Where the lines of right and sorrow flow.
[guitar solo interlude]
[guitar solo interlude]
[Pre-Chorus]
As the stars above began to weep,
A lesson learned, a memory keep.
[Chorus]
Together they fought, their spirits bright,
Through the darkness of impending night.
The Satyr's song, a laughter wove,
Under the stars, their battle stove.
[guitar solo interlude]
[Break]
[Outro]
So raise a glass to tales of old,
Of battles fierce and hearts so bold.
Remember the wyvern, in the skies she roamed,
A mother’s love, eternally sewn.
[Chorus]
Together they fought, their spirits bright,
Through the darkness of impending night.
The Satyr's song, a laughter wove,
Under the stars, their battle stove.
[electric guitar solo interlude]
[Outro]
So raise a glass to tales of old,
Of battles fierce and hearts so bold.
Remember the wyvern, in the skies she roamed,
A mother’s love, eternally sewn.
[fade out end]
