[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.
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[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
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[Pre-Chorus - Soft banjo]
Feel the weight! Feel the edge!
Of the hands that came before!
This blade remembers—evermore
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[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
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[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
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[Pre-Chorus 2]
Feel the speed! Feel the grace!
Of the souls that swung before!
This blade remembers—evermore
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[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
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[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.
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[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
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[Guitar Solo - Acoustic, melodic, bluegrass]
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[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—
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[Outro - Fading acoustic]
[Whispered]
...this blacksmith don't forget.
Come back tomorrow, hunter.
I'll have your story ready.
AsheTheHyena
