[Intro – shimmering, unstable lute arpeggios like sparks dancing on the edge of control, the tavern grows still and expectant] [Verse 1 – low, reverent, almost breathless] She was born with fire in her blood and storms behind her eyes, No ancient tomes, no whispered pacts, no gods to grant her lies. The magic woke inside her veins the moment she drew breath, A wild and ancient river that cares nothing for death. We watch her raise a single hand and the sky begins to scream, Lightning answers like a lover, thunder bends to her dream. [Pre-chorus – voice tight with wonder and fear] She does not choose the shape it takes, she only opens wide, And every time she lets it flow, part of the world decides to die. [Chorus – soaring, triumphant yet terrifying, lute exploding into brilliant, unstable chords] Wild Magic! Wild Magic! She is the storm that cannot be chained, the flame that cannot be named! Wild Magic! Wild Magic! Beautiful and merciless, a power that cannot be tamed! One moment she is radiance, the next she is the end, A girl who holds the heartbeat of the world inside her hands. [Verse 2 – heavier, voice full of awe and quiet dread] We saw her turn a demon host to glass with nothing but a thought, Then watched the spell rebound and nearly burn the party to a cinder on the spot. She once called down a meteor to save us from the dark, And woke up three days later with a mountain where the forest used to spark. Her power does not ask permission, it does not wait its turn, It simply surges through her veins and lets the heavens burn. [Pre-chorus – hushed, almost fearful] We stand beside a miracle that could erase us all, And still we follow where she walks, because she answers when we call. [Bridge – voice rises into something vast and radiant, lute rings like shattering stars] When the final shadow gathers and the world begins to break, When every sword and every prayer has finally bent and failed… She steps forward, eyes like supernovas, hair alive with light, And the wild, untamed magic answers with a fury pure and bright. The sky itself kneels before her, the earth forgets its name, And for one perfect moment we remember why we came. [Final Chorus – massive, triumphant, full of awe and lingering fear, voice ringing like prophecy] Wild Magic! Wild Magic! She is the storm that cannot be chained, the flame that cannot be named! Wild Magic! Wild Magic! Terrifying and glorious, the power that cannot be tamed! We walk beside a goddess who has never learned control, And every time she smiles at us… we feel the universe unfold. [Outro – final shimmering chord that slowly fractures and fades into silence, like magic barely held in check] Wild Magic…
