

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Raise your cups and mind your purse When the lamplight starts to fall There’s a shadow in the stable yard That’s quicker than you all He’s the whisper under wagon wheels The hand that finds your key They call him Lantern Lark at dusk But he just laughs “That’s me” (hey!) [Chorus] Oh sing for the thief of the open road Who dances where the axles roll From creaking carts to velvet thrones He takes his tithe He takes his toll But tonight we drink to a darker game Where the guards wear steel and the horses foam To the carriage of iron and gold My friends The one that may not bring him home [Verse 2] He’s slipped past dukes half in their cups And barons dead asleep Cut harness straps on bully boys And left them in a heap He’s ridden under painted wagons Clinging to the frame Picked lock and pocket Bolt and box And never gave his name [Chorus] Oh sing for the thief of the open road Who dances where the axles roll From creaking carts to velvet thrones He takes his tithe He takes his toll But tonight we drink to a darker game Where the guards wear steel and the horses foam To the carriage of iron and gold My friends The one that may not bring him home [Bridge] Three teams wide at the city gate Twelve men on each side Crossbows on the rooftop rails Helmets bright as pride A priest who blesses every wheel A mage who smells out lies A captain counting every hoof And murder in his eyes (ohhh) [Verse 3] He studies maps on ale-stained wood The hills The turns The ruts Marks where the river eats the road Where frost will crack the ruts “I’ve taken coin from every crown From gravel track to throne But this one rides with chains inside And secrets carved in stone” [Pre-Chorus] “So pour me something strong enough To burn the fear away If I come back The round’s on me If not…remember my name” [Chorus] Oh sing for the thief of the open road Who dances where the axles roll From creaking carts to velvet thrones He takes his tithe He takes his toll But tonight he goes for a darker game Where the guards wear steel and the horses foam To the carriage of iron and gold My friends The one that may not bring him home [Outro] So raise your cups to Lantern Lark And the dare he couldn’t dodge To the night the richest rolling cage Met one poor stable rogue If you hear wheels on a moonless track And a laugh cut short in cold You’ve found the place his legend ends And the tale grows twice as bold (hey!)
Tags
Rowdy fantasy tavern shanty, mid-tempo stomp with bodhrán and clacking mugs as percussion; fiddle and flute trade licks around a swaggering acoustic guitar. Verses stay half-spoken like a grinning tale; choruses burst into shouted gang vocals. Male vocals up front, crowd sing-alongs, boots-on-wood energy that ramps toward a big, drunken final refrain.
3:49
No
1/17/2026