[pipe organ: ominous, dramatic chords to set the tone] [choir: low, chanting harmonies, building tension] [drums: slow, thunderous booms, like distant war drums] **(Verse 1)** [all instruments join in, dark and theatrical] Oh, the world was mine to shape, to mold, A kingdom of fire, of brimstone and gold. The stars aligned, the virgins prepared, But then you arrived—how dare you, how dared! [choir swells, organ adds a sinister flourish] The demon I called, Zorvath the Grand, Would’ve brought order to this wretched land. But no, you barged in, swords swinging wide, And now my ritual’s ruined—my hands are tied! **(Chorus)** [all instruments crescendo, choir grows louder] Ohhhhhh, Zorvath! (Zorvath!) The ruler we need, the savior we lack! Ohhhhhh, Zorvath! (Zorvath!) What’s a few lives for the world to stay on track? You fools, you clowns, you’ve sealed your fate, For Zorvath waits, and he’s never late! **(Verse 2)** [organ switches to a faster, more chaotic rhythm, drums grow more intense] I studied the tomes, I paid the price, I sacrificed goats—some twice! The blood was spilled, the sigils drawn, But you kicked the door in before the dawn! [choir: mocking harmonies, echoing the villain’s frustration] The rogue stole my chalice, the cleric prayed, The fighter smashed my altar with his blade. The wizard dispelled my protective charms, And the bard sang a song while I lost my arms! **(Chorus)** [all instruments swell again, louder and more dramatic] Ohhhhhh, Zorvath! (Zorvath!) The ruler we need, the savior we lack! Ohhhhhh, Zorvath! (Zorvath!) What’s a few lives for the world to stay on track? You fools, you clowns, you’ve sealed your fate, For Zorvath waits, and he’s never late! **(Bridge)** [tempo slows, organ plays a mournful melody, choir hums softly] Do you know what it takes to summon a god? The sleepless nights, the blood-soaked sod? The virgins don’t mind—they signed the form, But you came in and disrupted the norm! [organ builds back up, drums return with a steady beat] You think you’re heroes, you think you’re just, But your meddling ways have turned me to dust. The world will burn, the skies will fall, And it’s your fault, adventurers—you ruined it all! **(Final Chorus)** [all instruments at full power, choir chanting Zorvath’s name] Ohhhhhh, Zorvath! (Zorvath!) The ruler we need, the savior we lack! Ohhhhhh, Zorvath! (Zorvath!) What’s a few lives for the world to stay on track? You fools, you clowns, you’ve sealed your fate, For Zorvath waits, and he’s never late! Ohhhhhh, Zorvath! (Zorvath!) The demon of order, the king of despair! Ohhhhhh, Zorvath! (Zorvath!) You’ll regret the day you didn’t care! **(Outro)** [organ fades to a sinister hum, choir whispers Zorvath’s name repeatedly] [voice: spoken, dripping with venom] “You think you’ve won, but Zorvath bides his time. And when he rises, you’ll wish you’d let me finish my wine.” [end with a final, thunderous organ chord and a distant, echoing laugh]
