Verse I
You ever notice how a room goes quiet
Not fast—just wrong?
Like the fire’s listening instead of burning,
Like the night leaned in too long.
That’s how it was when Zod walked in,
Late, as always, coat full of ash,
Smelled like old smoke and bad decisions
That somehow still paid cash.
He nodded once, took the corner seat,
Didn’t ask what the price would be,
Just said: “Ale. And if anything explodes—
It wasn’t me.”
Chorus
So we talk about Zod, yeah we talk real slow,
‘Cause words got weight when magic’s close,
He ain’t loud, he ain’t proud, he ain’t brave like that,
But when things go wrong—
He’s the last man left.
Verse II
They say he learned where towers fell,
From teachers who didn’t live to finish class,
Stole half his spells and broke the rest,
Lived ‘cause he learned real fast.
He don’t wear steel, he don’t run well,
He plans three steps past the mess,
And if you ask if he’s sure it’ll work
He’ll say: “More or less.”
Saw him once on the Broken Mile,
Fight turned ugly, hope turned thin,
Zod sighed deep, closed one eye,
And changed what “winning” meant again.
Chorus
Yeah we talk about Zod like weather and debt,
Like things you don’t control but never forget,
He don’t promise much, he don’t explain,
But when the world bends wrong—
He bends it back again.
Verse III
He drinks like sleep’s a bad habit,
Talks to books like they argue back,
Laughs at jokes no one else gets,
Stops laughing when the math goes black.
Don’t say “safe,” don’t say “easy,”
Don’t clap when the light turns blue,
Magic listens, magic remembers,
And Zod knows exactly who’s due.
And if he smiles?
Gods help you.
That means the plan just changed twice.
Bridge (spoken, storyteller tone)
Some call him mad.
Some call him clever.
Truth is—
He’s survived things smarter men never did.
I’ve seen him save a town by accident.
I’ve seen him burn a map ‘cause it lied.
Either way, when Zod stands up slow,
Someone’s future just got revised.
Final Chorus
So drink to Zod, yeah drink with care,
Don’t touch his books, don’t take his chair,
He ain’t your hero, he ain’t your friend,
But when it all goes wrong—
You’ll want him there at the end.
Outro
Fire crackled when he left that night,
Like it wanted to follow him out,
Bartender crossed himself, locked the door,
And nobody laughed too loud.
That’s Zod.
The Wizard.
If he’s in your story—
You’re already past the point of safe.
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