[Intro - Soft flutes, acoustic guitar. Then HEAVY RIFFS CRASH IN.]
[Elderly, wise voice]
I was here before your Guildhall stood...
Before your great-great-grandfather drew his first blade...
I have always been watching.
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[Verse 1 - Clean vocals, folk metal]
I watched your great-grandfather take his first quest
A Yian Kut-Ku nest in the Ancient Forest's crest
He stumbled in with leather gear, a rusted iron blade
I laughed and thought "another one who'll surely be afraid"
But he came back, and back again, each time a little stronger
He took down Rathalos with friends, they celebrated louder
I stood upon the cliff above and smiled beneath my cowl
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[Pre-Chorus]
Generations pass! Monsters last!
Hunters fade like grass!
I watch them all—I always have
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[Chorus]
ANCIENT EYES! I'VE SEEN IT ALL BEFORE!
ANCIENT EYES! A THOUSAND HUNTERS THROUGH MY DOOR!
ANCIENT EYES! THE MONSTERS RISE AND FALL!
ANCIENT EYES! I REMEMBER THEM ALL!
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[Verse 2 - Intensifies]
Your father came with flashy gear, a Longsword with its gauge
He carted twice to Diablos, then broke it in a rage
He taught you how to read the tracks, to hunt with skill and grace
You're wearing gear from monsters that he never had to face
Fatalis, Alatreon—you've broken nature's law
I watched it all—I watched it all—I watch without a pause
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[Pre-Chorus 2]
Technology changes! Ecology rearranges!
Hunters become strangers!
I watch through endless ages
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[Chorus]
ANCIENT EYES! I'VE SEEN IT ALL BEFORE!
ANCIENT EYES! A THOUSAND HUNTERS THROUGH MY DOOR!
ANCIENT EYES! THE MONSTERS RISE AND FALL!
ANCIENT EYES! I REMEMBER THEM ALL!
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[Bridge - Spoken]
[Whispered]
I remember when they thought Kushala was a myth...
When Teostra was just a legend...
I remember the first time Fatalis rose...
[Pause]
...and the first time it fell.
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[Verse 3 - Emotional]
Your children play in Kamura now, they'll learn to hunt someday
Will you be there to watch them, or will you fade away?
I'll be here upon this cliff when they take their first quest
I'll watch them stumble, watch them grow, and put their skills to test
For every hunter, every monster, every cart and carve
I am the memory of it all—the Wyverian who starves
For stories yet unwritten, for hunts yet to begin
I'll be here with ancient eyes—watching you again
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[Guitar Solo - Folk metal, melodic, with flute accents]
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[Final Chorus]
ANCIENT EYES! I'VE SEEN IT ALL BEFORE!
ANCIENT EYES! A THOUSAND HUNTERS THROUGH MY DOOR!
ANCIENT EYES! THE MONSTERS RISE AND FALL!
ANCIENT EYES! I REMEMBER—
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[Outro - Fading flutes, wind in leaves]
[Whispered]
...them all.
The forest calls...
...and I remain.
...watching.
AsheTheHyena
