[acoustic guitar: slow, deliberate strumming with a whimsical, wandering rhythm] [hand drum: soft, steady taps, like a ticking clock] [fiddle: wistful, meandering melody, occasionally trailing off] **(Verse 1)** [all instruments join in, creating a dreamy, wandering atmosphere] Oh, the lich sat down with a book in hand, To tell us tales of a long-lost land. But the words they spoke began to stray, Through centuries gone and far away. [fiddle plays a slow, spiraling trill, guitar strums grow softer] They spoke of kings, of wars, of lore, Then circled back to a time before. **(Chorus 1)** [voices: soft and swaying, like a drunken tavern crowd caught in thought] Ohhhhhh, the lich, they ramble, they roam, Through ages past, they’ve made their home. No pulse to guide, no clock to chime, They’ve lost themselves in the sands of time. **(Verse 2)** [guitar strumming grows more playful, fiddle adds a wandering counter-melody] They spoke of a feast from a thousand years, Of goblets raised and forgotten cheers. But then they paused, their brow did crease, “Or was it a famine? Or was it peace?” [hand drum adds a light roll, fiddle trails off, then picks back up] Their stories twist, their tales unwind, A labyrinth spun by a timeless mind. **(Chorus 2)** [voices: louder, with harmonized backing vocals] Ohhhhhh, the lich, they ramble, they roam, Through ages past, they’ve made their home. No pulse to guide, no clock to chime, They’ve lost themselves in the sands of time. **(Bridge)** [tempo slows slightly, instruments drop to just guitar and drum] Oh, they’ve no heartbeat, no breath, no sleep, Just endless thoughts in a mind so deep. The years all blur, the moments fade, A timeless curse they’ve long obeyed. [fiddle re-enters with a mournful melody, building back into the rhythm] **(Chorus 3)** [all instruments swell, voices grow rowdier, stomps and claps join in] Ohhhhhh, the lich, they ramble, they roam, Through ages past, they’ve made their home. No pulse to guide, no clock to chime, They’ve lost themselves in the sands of time. **(Verse 3)** [fiddle takes a wandering solo between lines, guitar keeps a steady rhythm] So raise a glass to the lich’s plight, Who speaks till dawn, then through the night. For though their tales may twist and stray, They’ll charm us all in their timeless way! [drums and fiddle crescendo together, driving the rhythm forward] **(Final Chorus)** [all voices at full volume, stomps and claps perfectly in sync] Ohhhhhh, the lich, they ramble, they roam, Through ages past, they’ve made their home. No pulse to guide, no clock to chime, They’ve lost themselves in the sands of time. **(Outro)** [instruments fade to just fiddle and guitar, soft and wistful] [voice: sly and amused, as if addressing the lich directly] Oh, dear lich, we’ll sit and stay, For your tales will end… someday. [end with a final fiddle flourish and a soft chuckle from the crowd]
