

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro - Gentle acoustic guitar, soft banjo, distant hammer on anvil] [Warm, aged voice] Every weapon has a story. Let me tell you about the ones who came before. --- [Verse 1 - Fingerpicked acoustic] This greatsword belonged to Aiden, back in Freedom days He took it to a Gravios in the Volcanic Hollow maze That crack along the edge? That's where the laser nearly hit He didn't make it back from his last hunt, God rest his soul But this sword lives on, now it's yours—make your story whole Every hunter who has held it never spilled their own blood's guilt --- [Pre-Chorus - Soft banjo] Feel the weight! Feel the edge! Of the hands that came before! This blade remembers—evermore --- [Chorus - Gentle bluegrass swell] MEMENTOS OF THE HUNTERS WHO HAVE COME AND GONE MEMENTOS OF THE BATTLES THAT STILL LIVE ON IN THIS SONG EVERY SCRATCH, EVERY NOTCH, EVERY STAIN OF BLOOD AND SWEAT THESE WEAPONS HOLD THE MEMORIES—THIS BLACKSMITH DON'T FORGET --- [Verse 2 - More instruments join] This longsword belonged to Mika, from Kamura village way Her spirit gauge was legendary, faster than the prey She took down three Magnamalo before the sun had set She retired peaceful, had a family, lived a long, full life But every time I polish it, I see her in the strife This blade remembers every swing—every hunter drop --- [Pre-Chorus 2] Feel the speed! Feel the grace! Of the souls that swung before! This blade remembers—evermore --- [Chorus] MEMENTOS OF THE HUNTERS WHO HAVE COME AND GONE MEMENTOS OF THE BATTLES THAT STILL LIVE ON IN THIS SONG EVERY SCRATCH, EVERY NOTCH, EVERY STAIN OF BLOOD AND SWEAT THESE WEAPONS HOLD THE MEMORIES—THIS BLACKSMITH DON'T FORGET --- [Bridge - Spoken over gentle picking] [Quietly] This bow was from a hunter who couldn't see too well But she could hear a monster's breath and hit it where it fell She never missed, not once, in fifty years of hunt ...until she did. That arrow's still stuck up front. I keep it there to honor her. --- [Verse 3 - Emotional] This hunting horn was from a bard who played in every town He died protecting Fatalis's target, took the blow His horn still plays the song he played—I'll never let it go These dual blades were from twins who fought in perfect sync They're both gone now, but their blades hang crossed upon my wall The greatest hunters, in the end, still fall --- [Guitar Solo - Acoustic, melodic, bluegrass] --- [Final Chorus - Full bluegrass band] MEMENTOS OF THE HUNTERS WHO HAVE COME AND GONE MEMENTOS OF THE BATTLES THAT STILL LIVE ON IN THIS SONG EVERY SCRATCH, EVERY NOTCH, EVERY STAIN OF BLOOD AND SWEAT THESE WEAPONS HOLD THE MEMORIES— --- [Outro - Fading acoustic] [Whispered] ...this blacksmith don't forget. Come back tomorrow, hunter. I'll have your story ready.
Tags
Acoustic, Bluegrass, Nerdcore, male
4:43
No
3/15/2026