[Verse 1] I split the helm of the skeletal knight, Tore through his oath with a scream and a bite. Black steel on spine, their bones unstrung, Dust on my tongue from the war drums' rung. The last one crawled with its jaw half-hung, Clutching a curse it had barely sung— I drove the blade through the lich-lord's chest, And pinned his lies in the cradle of death. [Pre-chorus] The wind went still… the sky went black... That silence came like a dagger’s back— Then Dookie swept through the cinders blown, “Scuzzy… there’s sobbing among the stone.” [Chorus] Bone-born, storm-scorned, shaped in the flame— The dead still dream and cry a name. Ashes weep where vows were torn— A child of ruin, not yet forlorn. And in the hush ’twixt scream and moan— A soul may rise from bone. [Verse 2] We found him curled in a crypt of shale, Too small for threat, too thin and pale. Sockets wide in a silent scream, Hugging his ribs like they held a dream. Dookie landed with feathers sharp: "You know this ends with a hateful heart. From brittle bones, revenge will grow— Strike now, Scuzzy, or reap what you sow.” [Pre-chorus] But I saw no spark of wrath or flame— Just a scared young orphan with no true name. So I touched his skull with my battle paw— “The world won’t end if I defy this law.” [Chorus] Bone-born, storm-scorned, shaped in the flame— The dead still dream and cry a name. Ashes weep where vows were torn— A child of ruin, not yet forlorn. And in the hush ’twixt scream and moan— A soul may rise from bone. [Bridge] He rode with us through ash and night, Clutching my vest with a grip too light. No lullabies—just whispered dread, And Dookie watching overhead. “We drink in dives ‘til the bottles crash, Then crawl through tombs and demon ash. That ain’t a life for a kid to face — Take him to the nuns, they'll keep him safe.” [Verse 3] The convent rose through misted trees, Where prayers float soft on quiet breeze. They met us cloaked in hymn and hush— Their eyes like fire, their voices lush. They took him in with a solemn vow, Laid a hand on his hollow brow. And as the bells began to toll, Dookie whispered, "Maybe he does have a soul..." [Chorus] Bone-born, storm-scorned, shaped in the flame— The dead still dream and cry a name. Ashes weep where vows were sworn— A child of ruin, no more forlorn. And in the hush ’twixt scream and moan— A soul may rise from bone. [Chorus] Bone-born, storm-scorned, shaped in the flame— The dead still dream and cry a name. Ashes weep where vows were sworn— A child of ruin, no more forlorn. And in the hush ’twixt scream and moan— A soul may rise … from bone. [Outro] His name is Toby! Toby! To-o-o-o-oby BONES!
