[Verse 1] Through the canyon’s depths, they march with care, The air grows thick, dark magic everywhere. The remnants of the past, scattered in stone, The echoes of evil, now overthrown. The princess leads, with the map in her hand, Her eyes fixed on the path, where shadows stand. "This is where it began, the ritual’s mark," She whispers aloud, "We must finish this dark." [Chorus] Through darkness and fire, they stand tall, With swords in their hands, they answer the call. The ritual’s power, too great to ignore, They fight through the night, to settle the score. [Verse 2] They step inside the canyon, the air cold as death, An ancient ritual site, with the stench of regret. The magic is strong, the circle still burns, The remnants of the family, twisted and churned. The elf’s senses sharpen, the pull of the curse, "Dark magic lingers, the ritual’s worse." The half-orc grips her sword, eyes burning bright, "We must stop this ritual, end this blight." [Chorus] Through darkness and fire, they stand tall, With swords in their hands, they answer the call. The ritual’s power, too great to ignore, They fight through the night, to settle the score. [Verse 3] As the remnants rise, the battle begins, The dark magic summoned, where evil grins. The air crackles with death, the undead rise, But the four stand strong, they won’t compromise. The clash of steel, the crackle of power, The battle rages on, hour by hour. With every strike, the remnants fall, But the ritual’s power still haunts them all. [Bridge] The elf moves first, her magic in hand, Her light strikes true, she takes a stand. The half-orc follows, with fury in her eyes, The princess and warrior strike in disguise. Undead and remnants, they fall in the fray, The battle is fierce, but they hold their sway. Together they fight, side by side, Until the last of the undead is denied. [Chorus] Through darkness and fire, they stand tall, With swords in their hands, they answer the call. The ritual’s power, too great to ignore, They fight through the night, to settle the score. [Verse 4] The remnants defeated, but the ritual persists, The family head crawls through the bloodied mist. Wounded and weak, with one final breath, He sacrifices himself, embracing death. With the last of his strength, he enters the circle, The magic explodes, a force so lethal. The ritual completes, the darkness expands, The four are left, with trembling hands. [Final Chorus] Through darkness and fire, they rise as one, With courage unbroken, the battle’s not done. The ritual’s complete, but the horror remains, They march toward the unknown, to break the chains. [Outro] As the family head falls, his body now still, The magic erupts, with an evil chill. With his final breath, the ritual is done, A dark horror rises, the battle’s just begun.
