Ballad of the Dungeon Master

[Verse 1]
Raise your mugs
You wanderers
To the keeper of the tale
Maps spread out like battlefields
Dice like stars that never fail
Every door a dare he sets
Every trap a half-told joke
One small question on his lips
"Are you sure?" before you choke
[Chorus]
Oh
Here’s to the Dungeon Master (hey!)
Spinner of peril and laughter
From the cradle of the coast to the dragon’s roar
We live
We die
We beg for more
Oh
All hail the Dungeon Master (hey!)
Ruler of ruin and rapture
When the candles burn low and our courage shatters
He smiles
And the story still matters
[Verse 2]
He can turn a tavern brawl
To a legend in one night
Makes a goblin’s trembling hands
Hold the key to what is right
Turns a simple silver coin
To a crown or curse or lie
And a door in a broken wall
To a road that splits the sky
[Chorus]
Oh
Here’s to the Dungeon Master (hey!)
Spinner of peril and laughter
From the cradle of the coast to the dragon’s roar
We live
We die
We beg for more
Oh
All hail the Dungeon Master (hey!)
Ruler of ruin and rapture
When the candles burn low and our courage shatters
He smiles
And the story still matters
[Bridge]
So if we fall
Let the bards sing loud
Name our fates in a roaring crowd
But toast the hand that rolled the storm
That forged our bond and kept us warm (oh!)
[Chorus]
Oh
Here’s to the Dungeon Master (hey!)
Spinner of peril and laughter
From the cradle of the coast to the dragon’s roar
We live
We die
We beg for more
Oh
All hail the Dungeon Master (hey!)
Ruler of ruin and rapture
When the last quest ends and the candles scatter
Your name is the final chapter

Lively Celtic folk with bodhrán pulse, bright fiddle reels, and tin whistle leads. Male vocals, rowdy pub energy that starts with a solo storyteller feel then swells into gang shouts on the hook; octave harmonies on key lines. Acoustic guitar and bouzouki drive the rhythm, with stomps and claps rising on each chorus like a tavern singalong., celtic