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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Stumbled into Westhelm
Mud on my boots
Dry throat
Lanterns hung on crooked beams
Laughter thick as smoke
Bandits at the corner table
Dice piled high like gold
Adventurers trading bruised old maps
For stories already told
[Chorus]
Raise your cups in Westhelm
Sing for the coin you earned
For the days you almost died out there
And the nights when the ale still burned
I sold my wares for silver
But I’d trade it all
I swear
For one more song in Westhelm
And the courage I found there
[Verse 2]
Laid my packs upon the counter
Hands still shook from the road
Merchant weighed my shabby goods
Counted every load
Eyes on every sudden movement
Hand on a hidden knife
Anxious heart like a skittish horse
Trying hard to trust this life
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Bandit winked and passed a drink
Said
“Fear just feeds the wolves”
An armored priest began to laugh
Spilling half his brew
“Out beyond these wooden walls
Death waits everywhere
But inside here
You’re one of us”
They roared
And raised the air
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 9, 2026
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rustic fantasy tavern tune with lute and fiddle leading, upright bass walking softly beneath a swinging hand-percussion groove. Male vocals close and storytelling, with a rowdy room singalong on the chorus. Fiddle lines answer vocal phrases, and a tin whistle doubles the hook on repeat. Warm room reverb makes it feel like a packed, firelit tavern.
Credits
Prompt by
The_Plague
The_PlagueModelAria v5
Prompt
I traveled to Westhelm. I saw Bandits and adventurers . I experienced Sold my wears . I felt Anxious. My favorite genre of music is Fantasy tavern.
