In candlelight and carved stone halls Where maps are torn and legends fall A breath is held, the table waits The world is born from chance and fate Steel is drawn in whispered vows Dice are cast, the oath is now Every scar, a story earned Every bridge already burned We are more than name or class We are the question… will we last? Through forgotten woods and broken kings Through cursed gold and promised rings The torchlight shows what fear conceals Not all wounds are made of steel Some monsters wear a human face Some gods have learned to hesitate When the dice decide our fate We stand, we fall, we challenge fate No prophecy, no guiding hand Just mortal hearts that dare to stand When the dice decide our fate We write our truth with every throw The world holds still, the numbers glow And destiny begins to roll A dragon breathes beneath the ground An ancient name without a sound The healer bleeds, the mage stands still The rogue has vanished… by pure will One last spell, one final chance One breath between the sword and stance If this is where the story ends Let it be known… we chose to stand Not born as heroes, forged by choice We trusted fate, we raised our voice When the dice decide our fate We are more than fear and names Every loss, every gain Still echoes through the game When the dice decide our fate No ending’s ever truly told For legends live in what we roll And courage weighs more than gold The table clears, the night grows thin But somewhere… a new tale begins
