[Intro - Distant drums, throat singing, wind across endless dunes]
[Deep, chanting]
HO... HO... HO... HO...
ACROSS THE SAND OCEAN...
THE GREAT ONE COMES...
HO... HO... HO... HO...
[Verse 1 - Folk instruments join, building rhythm]
Out in the Sand Ocean where the sun burns white and mean
There sails a ship across the dunes, the Loc Lac Lancer's dream
They hunt for treasure, hunt for fame, hunt for the elder's life
But I am Jhen Mohran, and I bring only strife
My back is like a mountain range, my tusks are carved from time
I've swam these sandy seas before your ancestors could rhyme
They fire their dragonator, they shoot their cannons bold
I shrug them off and keep on swimming—I am never cold
[Pre-Chorus - Drums intensify]
SAND... (WAVES!)
SHIP... (BRAVES!)
HUNTERS... (RAVES!)
JHEN MOHRAN! DIG YOUR GRAVES!
[Chorus - Epic, chanting, folk metal glory]
JHEN MOHRAN! KING OF THE SAND OCEAN!
JHEN MOHRAN! FEEL THE COMMOTION!
JHEN MOHRAN! TUSKS THAT SCRAPE THE SKY!
JHEN MOHRAN! WATCH YOUR HOPES RUN DRY!
[Verse 2 - Faster, more intense]
Phase one, I swim beside your ship, I let you have your fun
You fire your cannons, ballistae—I'm just warming up, my son
Then phase two hits, I turn around, I'm coming straight for you
The sand parts like the ocean, and I'm breaking through!
They leap upon my back, the brave ones, carving at my hide
I shake them off like water, let them tumble down the side
The dragonator hits my gut, I roar up to the sun
Then I slam into your vessel—NOW THE HUNT IS WON!
[Pre-Chorus 2]
SAND... (STORM!)
SHIP... (TORN!)
HUNTERS... (WORN!)
JHEN MOHRAN! NOW YOU'RE SWORN!
[Chorus]
JHEN MOHRAN! KING OF THE SAND OCEAN!
JHEN MOHRAN! FEEL THE COMMOTION!
JHEN MOHRAN! TUSKS THAT SCRAPE THE SKY!
JHEN MOHRAN! WATCH YOUR HOPES RUN DRY!
[Bridge - Slower, almost mournful]
[Spoken over soft flutes]
There is an older one, they say...
Who swims deeper than the rest...
Larger than mountains...
Older than the dunes themselves...
[Band kicks back in, HEAVY]
JHEN MOHRAN!
THE HALLOWED ONE!
THE DESPAIR!
THE END!
[Guitar Solo - Folk metal style, melodic yet powerful]
[Breakdown - Stampede rhythm]
LEFT TUSK! (CRASH!)
RIGHT TUSK! (SMASH!)
BODY SLAM! (TRASH!)
SHIP IS NOW JUST ASH!
FORWARD! (MARCH!)
BACKWARD! (ARCH!)
DRAGONATOR! (SCARCE!)
JHEN MOHRAN LEAVES HIS MARK!
[Final Chorus - Triumphant, key change, full choir]
JHEN MOHRAN! (JHEN MOHRAN!)
KING OF THE SAND OCEAN! (SAND OCEAN!)
JHEN MOHRAN! (JHEN MOHRAN!)
FEEL THE COMMOTION! (COMMOTION!)
JHEN MOHRAN! (JHEN MOHRAN!)
TUSKS THAT SCRAPE THE SKY! (SCRAPE THE SKY!)
JHEN MOHRAN! (JHEN MOHRAN!)
WATCH YOUR HOPES—
[Sudden stop]
[Outro - Wind across dunes, distant drums fading]
[Whispered, ancient]
The Loc Lac Lancer sails again...
And again...
And again...
[Drums fade]
...I am still here.
[Long pause]
...waiting.
[Final sound - Wind. Sand. Silence.]
AsheTheHyena
