[Intro – quick, clever lute runs that sound like tiny explosions, crowd already snickering] [Verse 1 – dry, sarcastic, conversational] He opens every door with the same damn plan, Doesn’t matter if it’s goblins, undead, or the village taxman. We say “Maybe stealth?” He says “I have a better call,” Then mutters three words and paints the whole dungeon wall. The rogue is picking locks, the fighter’s drawing steel, He’s already flipping pages like the fight’s no big deal. [Pre-chorus – building exasperation, lute getting brighter and hotter] Traps? Negotiations? Subtlety and grace? He’s got one answer for every single case. [Chorus – big, explosive, everyone throwing their hands up like fireballs] Fireball, always! Fireball, always! When in doubt, just burn it down, that’s how the wizard plays! Fireball, always! Fireball, always! Room full of hostages? Friendly fire? He still obeys! One big glowing marble, one dramatic flick of wrist, Turns every careful plan into a smoking little twist! [Verse 2 – faster, more chaotic, laughing at the absurdity] We’re sneaking past the sleeping hydra, quiet as a mouse, He yawns, says “Hold my ale,” and lights up half the house. The cleric’s begging “Wait!”, the bard’s already running, Wizard just grins and says “Collateral’s not my problem, honey.” He once fireballed a door that wasn’t even locked, Then fireballed the hinges just to make sure they were properly shocked. [Pre-chorus – mock frustration] No subtlety, no patience, no second thoughts at all, Just one solution written on every single wall. [Bridge – tempo slows, voice softens into genuine respect, lute becomes warm and glowing] But when the night is endless and the shadows start to win, When every sword is broken and the hope is wearing thin… He stands up in the chaos, eyes like living flame, And one perfect fireball becomes the turning of the game. It lights the darkest hour, it burns the fear away, The wizard no one listens to becomes the one who saves the day. [Final Chorus – huge, triumphant, full of pride and affection] Fireball, always! Fireball, always! When the world is ending, that’s the song the wizard plays! Fireball, always! Fireball, always! Burning through the darkness till the morning breaks! He’s reckless, loud, impossible, a walking catastrophe, But every time we’re lost, it’s his fire that sets us free— So raise your cups high for the mage we all adore, The one who only knows one spell… and somehow still wins the war! [Outro – final flashy lute sparkles fading into warm embers] Fireball… always.
