Intro – Whispered / Low Choir]
(distant, echoing)
Roll the bones…
The gods are watching.
And they blink first.
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[Verse 1 – Spoken / Controlled Menace]
I don’t shout—I calculate
Every breath you take is a move I already made
Maps written in blood, inked in fate
I don’t chase heroes—
I set the stage
You prayed for light, I studied the dark
Learned every crack in a paladin’s heart
Your prophecy’s cute, but it’s missing a part—
It never said you were making it out
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[Pre-Chorus – Rising Tension]
Initiative rolled, hear the dice hit stone
Cleric’s faith shaking, wizard alone
You call it hope—I call it a flaw
Every spell has a cost
I collect them all
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[Chorus – Heavy, Anthemic]
Roll for damnation
Critical fate
Nat twenty lies won’t save you today
Steel meets shadow, prayer meets blade
Bow to the end of the campaign
Roll for damnation
Say my name
I’m the reason your gods don’t answer your pain
TPK written, sealed, and played
Welcome to the end of the campaign
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[Verse 2 – Deeper, Colder]
I’ve watched kingdoms die over minor mistakes
One failed check, now the world reshapes
You call it luck—I call it control
Probability bends when I’m holding the roll
Your tank’s bleeding out, healer’s too late
Rogue’s hiding fear behind sleight of hand fate
Wizard burned bright—now the spell slots gone
And I haven’t even stood up yet
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[Bridge – Whispered Chant / Choir]
Saving throws…
Failing fast…
Legends break…
Bosses last…
(drop everything but drums + voice)
Tell me—
Who’s the monster now?
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[Chorus – Bigger, Meaner]
Roll for damnation
Critical fate
No inspiration left to take
Death saves ticking, eyes go gray
Bow to the end of the campaign
Roll for damnation
Final round
No resurrection circles allowed
Fade to black, no victory sound
This table’s mine now—
Campaign: shut down
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[Final Verse – Calm, Absolute]
I don’t need to rage, I don’t need to roar
I win with silence and one last door
You came for glory, gold, and fame
I came to teach you the rules of the game
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[Outro – Whispered / Echoing]
Pack up the minis.
Extinguish the light.
Same time next week…
If you survive.
(dice roll sound → deep bass hit)
DadCookie
