Carved in Stone

[Intro - Somber piano, quill scratching parchment. Then DARK ORCHESTRA SWELLS.]
[Elderly, refined voice]
They come... they fight... they fall...
And I write it all down.
For memory is all that remains.

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[Verse 1 - Dark cabaret piano]
I never held a blade, I never drew a drop of blood
I just watched and wrote while you fought in the mud
Perched upon my scaffolding in the Gathering Hall
Recording every cart and carve, answering the Guild's call
My hands are soft, my eyes are sharp, my quill is ever true
I've documented monsters that are strangers now to you
Dalamadur's coils, Gogmazios' tar, the Frenzy's viral spread
I carved it all in stone tablets while you wished you were dead

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[Pre-Chorus - Strings build]
Every hunt! Every fall!
Every monster! Every call!
Every hunter! Every cart!
I record it all

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[Chorus - Theatrical gothic rock]
CARVED IN STONE! THE LEGENDS NEVER DIE!
CARVED IN STONE! THE HUNTERS AND THEIR CRIES!
CARVED IN STONE! EVERY MONSTER, EVERY FEAR!
CARVED IN STONE! I PRESERVE THEM HERE

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[Verse 2 - Driving rhythm]
I know your name, your weapon, your preferred hunting style
I know the quests you failed, the ones that made you smile
I know that time you triple-carted to a Great Jagras
(I carved that one in brass—thought it would last)
I chronicle the rise of kings, the fall of ancient lands
The first time Fatalis was slain by trembling, bloodied hands
I was there in Schrade's ruins when the Black Dragon took its throne
My stylus never stopped—I wrote it all in stone

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[Pre-Chorus 2]
Every triumph! Every blow!
Every tragedy! Every woe!
Every hunter! Every foe!
I need you to know

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[Chorus]
CARVED IN STONE! THE LEGENDS NEVER DIE!
CARVED IN STONE! THE HUNTERS AND THEIR CRIES!
CARVED IN STONE! EVERY MONSTER, EVERY FEAR!
CARVED IN STONE! I PRESERVE THEM HERE

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[Bridge - Spoken over haunting piano]
[Whispered]
The Guild asked me once why I never hunt.
I told them: "Someone must remember.
When you are all gone... when the monsters fade...
My stones will remain."

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[Verse 3 - Emotional, powerful]
My people fade like morning mist, our centuries grow long
But these stone tablets I've carved will be my legacy song
When Wyverians are just a myth, a legend from the past
My records will remain intact—my legacy will last
So hunt, young hunter, hunt with pride and make your ancestors proud
I'll be here in the archives, standing separate from the crowd
And when you're gone and dust returns to dust beneath the sky
Your name will live in stone—immortalized by this old Wyverian eye

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[Guitar Solo - Gothic rock, melodic, dark and atmospheric]

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[Final Chorus - Orchestral, triumphant]
CARVED IN STONE! THE LEGENDS NEVER DIE!
CARVED IN STONE! THE HUNTERS AND THEIR CRIES!
CARVED IN STONE! EVERY MONSTER, EVERY FEAR!
CARVED IN STONE! I PRESERVE THEM—

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[Outro - Fading piano, quill scratching]
[Whispered]
...here.
The Guild will fade... the monsters too...
[Quill stops]
...but I remain.
...writing.

Gothic Rock, Dark Cabaret, Nerdcore, female