[Verse 1] I walk behind their iron tread, Through haunted woods where titans fed. The shadows whisper, sharp and low, Of monsters born three lives ago. They chase the bones of golden kings, The rusted crowns, forgotten rings. And every step, I scratch the page, To bind their deeds into the age. [Chorus] I write, I sing, I bind the age, In blood and ink upon this page. The heroes march, the dice are cast, I keep their future, not their past. [Verse 2] They laughed at cults in city streets, Now hear the drums where darkness beats. The fae make bargains in the night, The mage’s curse twists wrong to right. A drunken song, a whispered lie, A prayer unanswered in the sky. And in the ruins’ choking dust, They find the shards of broken trust. [Chorus] I write, I sing, I bind the age, In blood and ink upon this page. The heroes march, the dice are cast, I keep their future, not their past. [Bridge] One wears the mask of Destiny’s hand, One dances wild at Chaos’ command. One bears the scars of gods long slain, One hides his joy, one hides her shame. I cannot choose which tale is true, I only ink the deeds they do. And should they burn, or should they save, I’ll carve their names on time’s own grave. [Chorus] I write, I sing, I bind the age, In blood and ink upon this page. The heroes march, the dice are cast, I keep their future, not their past. [Outro – Spoken, over music] Through fire, famine, war, and chance, Through revel, ruin, blade, and dance. The Chronicler waits, the Chronicler sees, And writes the fate of you and me.
