Verse I
Raise the cup and light the fire,
Sing of strength that does not tire.
A giant’s hands, a gentle heart,
He bore his friends through every part.
Though simple words and laughter mild,
He’d guard them all like parent, child.
No crown, no spell, no noble line,
But loyalty, pure and divine.
Chorus
Oh Caramon, the brother true,
The shield that every arrow knew.
Through storm and night, through grief and pain,
He held the line, he bore the chain.
Verse II
He walked beside the half-elf’s song,
He carried burdens, heavy, long.
For Tanis wept, for Sturm stood tall,
But Caramon would bear them all.
Yet always in his shadow lay,
A brother walking darker ways.
And though the world would fear his kin,
Caramon’s faith would not give in.
Chorus
Oh Caramon, the brother true,
The shield that every arrow knew.
Through storm and night, through grief and pain,
He held the line, he bore the chain.
Bridge
He drank too deep, he lost his way,
When war was gone, when night was day.
For without battle, without strife,
He could not measure out his life.
But still the bond, the blood, the flame,
Would call him back, would speak his name.
And even when the world would fall,
He’d answer still his brother’s call.
Verse III
Not forged of cunning, wit, or guile,
But strength that carried every mile.
He bore the weight, he bore the scar,
For friendship’s sake, for love, for war.
And though the songs may praise the mage,
Or knights who die on history’s page,
The bards will never quite forget,
The heart that held them, steadfast yet.
Final Chorus
Oh Caramon, the brother true,
The shield that every arrow knew.
Through storm and night, through grief and pain,
He held the line, he bore the chain.
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