[Intro - Fiddle screech, tin whistle, stomping rhythm]
[Rowdy, shouted]
HEY! HO! POKKE STANDS!
DRINK UP, HUNTERS! RAISE YOUR HANDS!
POKKE WYVERIANS—RAISE SOME HELL!
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[Verse 1 - Fast, rowdy]
My grandmother fought a Tigrex with nothing but her knife
She came back with its tail as proof and lived a longer life
Than anyone who doubted her—she drank 'em under the table
Said "Pokke blood runs thicker than the snows of the fable!"
My uncle took a Diablos with a rusted greatsword blade
He rolled right through its charging horns, the bastard wasn't afraid
He lost an arm but kept on hunting, said "I've got another"
Pokke Wyverians—we're tougher than any other!
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[Pre-Chorus]
Pokke blood runs thick! Pokke steel does the trick!
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[Chorus - Massive, anthemic]
HUNTER'S HERITAGE! IT'S IN OUR BLOOD AND BONES!
HUNTER'S HERITAGE! WE CARRY IT IN OUR TONES!
FROM THE MOUNTAIN PEAKS TO THE FROZEN VALLEY FLOORS!
POKKE WYVERIANS—WE KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE!
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[Verse 2]
My mother took a Nargacuga when she was just sixteen
It scratched her face, she wore the scars like they were medals, mean
She taught me how to read the tracks, to never show I'm scared
Said "If you run, it's over, kid—you've already failed, prepare!"
My cousin fought a Rajang once—he still won't talk about it
Just shakes his head and drinks his ale and hopes we'll all just doubt it
But we all know the truth, you see—he broke its horn and ran
Pokke Wyverians—we do what we can!
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[Pre-Chorus 2]
Pokke pride never dies! Pokke strength in our eyes!
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[Chorus]
HUNTER'S HERITAGE! IT'S IN OUR BLOOD AND BONES!
HUNTER'S HERITAGE! WE CARRY IT IN OUR TONES!
FROM THE MOUNTAIN PEAKS TO THE FROZEN VALLEY FLOORS!
POKKE WYVERIANS—WE KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE!
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[Bridge - Slows, spoken]
[Elderly voice]
My great-great-grandmother built this village.
"We hunt because it's who we are," she said.
[Band kicks back in]
AND BY THE GODS, WE WILL!
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[Verse 3 - Fast, triumphant]
So raise your glass to those before who fought and bled and died!
To every hunter who has carted, every fallen pride!
To every monster that has fallen to a Pokke blade!
To every legend that was in this mountain village made!
We drink to Tigrex, Nargacuga, Rajang, and the rest!
We drink to every hunter who has truly been the best!
Pokke Wyverians—we never say goodbye!
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[Fiddle Solo - Celtic punk, fast, furious]
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[Breakdown - Stomping, chanting]
Pokke! Pokke!
Drink the ale! Tell the tale!
Never quit! Never fall!
Pokke Wyverians—standing tall!
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[Final Chorus]
HUNTER'S HERITAGE! IT'S IN OUR BLOOD AND BONES!
HUNTER'S HERITAGE! WE CARRY IT IN OUR TONES!
FROM THE MOUNTAIN PEAKS TO THE FROZEN VALLEY FLOORS!
POKKE WYVERIANS—WE KEEP COMING BACK FOR—
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[Outro - Drunken fade]
[Staggered voices]
...more. One more round... for grandma...
...Pokke... forever.
AsheTheHyena
