
The Mead Rivers Call
(Verse 1) In the shadows where the ancients dwell, Whispers of a tale born from a broken spell, A river runs in silence, beneath the stone, A mead of dreams, where lost souls have grown. Legends inked in blood on forgotten scrolls, Of adventurers cursed, chasing their goals, Through valleys dank, where the black roses weep, They seek the river's flow, where the shadows creep. (Chorus) Oh, the Mead River's call, beckons them in, Through the ashes of life, where the lost souls begin. A drink of despair, where the wild spirits roam, Forever they'll wander, never to find home. (Verse 2) By the crags of despair, where the lost spirits moan, Their faces etched with sorrow, like marble carved stone, With eyes full of madness, they battle the night, Their hearts are the lanterns, flickering bright. In caverns of anguish, through nightmares they tread, Each step a reminder of the dreams that are dead. The echoes of laughter, now twisted and stark, Guide them through shadows, engulfed in the dark. (Chorus) Oh, the Mead River's call, beckons them in, Through the ashes of life, where the lost souls begin. A drink of despair, where the wild spirits roam, Forever they'll wander, never to find home. (Bridge) Raging tempest, the storm in their minds, The bitter taste of hope, a treasure confined. Crimson reflections in the depths of their eyes, A river of mead fed by sorrowful cries. From the ashes of glory, the heroes they fade, Chained to the darkness, their fate is delayed. (Verse 3) Ancient guardians watch with twisted delight, As the seekers unravel in the heart of the night, With bones of the fallen, the earth weeps their pain, In the whispers of shadows, their madness remains. The river flows gently, a siren's embrace, Yet they drown in its beauty, lost in the chase. Through the mist and the shadows, forever they'll roam, Chasing the mead river, their eternal home. (Chorus) Oh, the Mead River's call, beckons them in, Through the ashes of life, where the lost souls begin. A drink of despair, where the wild spirits roam, Forever they'll wander, never to find home. (Outro) And when the last star falls, in the silence of night, The river will flow on, hidden from sight. A legacy of longing, a tale etched in pain, The Mead River's call, forever unchained.

