Born beneath a crimson sky,
In mountain halls where eagles fly,
He bore the mark, the blazing brand—
The chosen son of ancient land.
With axe in hand and honor sworn,
He faced the tide and broke the storm.
His name was sung in every keep—
A shield for those too frail to weep.
(Pre-Chorus)
Through cursed woods and shattered stone,
He carved a fate that stood alone.
When others fled, when gods grew still—
Greg rose again through force of will!
(Chorus)
This is the Ballad of Greg the Brave!
Hammer of justice, none could enslave.
From depths of darkness to dragon's flame,
He fought for kin, not gold or fame.
The Ballad of Greg the Brave!
Thunderous heart, a soul unchained—
Though death may take him, LEGEND REMAINS!
(Verse 2)
He crossed the veil where mortals dare,
Through mirrored gates and poisoned air.
With six beside him—some pure, some flawed—
They stood as one against the odds.
He watched his son fall to the ground,
Blood on steel, no time to mourn.
Through grief, he roared and cleaved the fate—
A dragon slain at Valor’s gate!
(Pre-Chorus)
The coward fled, the mighty fell,
But Greg stood fast through frozen hell.
A father's wrath, a hero’s cry—
Not even gods could watch him die!
(Chorus)
This is the Ballad of Greg the Brave!
Hammer of justice, none could enslave.
From depths of darkness to dragon's flame,
He fought for kin, not gold or fame.
The Ballad of Greg the Brave!
Steel and sorrow in each refrain—
Though death may take him, LEGEND REMAINS!
(Bridge – Spoken with building choir)
“In the echoes of Phandelver…
In the hearts of the Obsidian Vanguard…
His oath still rings across the stone.
He died not in vain… but in vengeance.”
(Final Chorus – Choir, full instrumentation)
This is the Ballad of Greg the Brave!
Breaker of chains, no soul to save!
He bore the weight of friend and foe—
A titan made of flame and woe.
The Ballad of Greg the Brave!
Sing it loud, let none forget—
He lives in song…
He lives in death!
(Outro – Lute & Wind)
“And when the fire falls again… he shall return.”
Valorborn
