[Intro - Distant wind, soft ambient drones, single acoustic guitar note held forever]
[Ancient, tired whisper]
I have stopped counting the years...
They pass like clouds... like monsters... like hunters...
I simply... watch.
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[Verse 1 - Slow-building, atmospheric, barely-there vocals]
I used to hunt, so long ago
When forests grew where cities go
My blade is rust, my bow is dust
My legs are weak, my heart is trust
In nothing but the turning wheel
The seasons pass, the monsters reel
I sit upon this cliff alone
And watch the seeds that I have sown
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[Pre-Chorus - Subtle drums enter, building slowly]
Generations come and go
Like rivers flowing, melting snow
I watch them rise, I watch them fall
I am the one who sees it all
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[Chorus - Gentle crescendo, layered vocals]
I am the watcher on the cliff
The silent one, the ancient gift
Of time that stretches like the sea
The Wyverian who is simply... free
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[Verse 2 - More instrumentation, still atmospheric]
I watched a hunter yesterday
So young, so fierce along the way
She fought a Rathian alone
And limped away on broken bone
She'll heal, she'll fight another day
And someday soon she'll fade away
Like all the ones who came before
I'll watch her leave and watch for more
---
[Pre-Chorus 2 - Strings enter]
The monsters change, the weapons grow
New villages, new skills to show
But underneath, it's all the same
The hunter's fire, the monster's flame
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[Chorus - Bigger, more powerful]
I am the watcher on the cliff
The silent one, the ancient gift
Of time that stretches like the sea
The Wyverian who is simply... free
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[Bridge - Spoken word over ambient textures]
[Spoken, very quiet]
I remember when the Guild was just an idea...
A few hunters trying to keep order.
Now I watch fleets sail from ports that didn't exist.
I watch children play where battles were fought.
[Long pause]
...and I wonder if they know.
...if they'll ever know.
[Band swells gently]
Probably not.
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[Guitar Solo - Post-rock, emotional, building to a gentle crescendo then fading back]
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[Verse 3 - Quiet, intimate]
The Frenzy came, the Frenzy went
The Black Dragon came and spent
Its fury on a generation
Now it's just a notation
In books that gather dust and mold
While I sit here and watch the cold
Wind blow through the ancient trees
And carry hunters' dreams on breeze
---
[Final Chorus - Massive, cathartic]
I am the watcher on the cliff
The silent one, the ancient gift
Of time that stretches like the sea
The Wyverian who is simply...
---
[Outro - Fading to silence over several minutes]
[Whispered, barely audible]
...free.
[Long, long pause]
The sun sets again.
[Wind]
...I'll watch it rise.
[Silence]
...I always do.
AsheTheHyena
