All the Realms now look to you (V3)

The Half-Blood sons of Dwarf and Man, And Fae-born girls with calloused hands— Were born between the world and wall, No king would rise, no gods would call. But underfoot the dead still crawl, In Purgatory’s endless thrall. The beasts beyond are not yet slain— They dream of bone and choke on flame. While councils bicker, banners wave, And goblin raids our towns enslave— A deeper evil fills the void, Of all that faith and hope destroyed. Forget the quest that pays in coin, Forget the lords with silvered joints. No treaty saves us from their maw— The beasts below obey no law. So rise ye Bastards, born between, With blood impure but vision clean. The world forgot your birthright true— But all the Realms now look to you. The Undead whisper in disguise, They mimic kin with borrowed cries. They walk in skins of those we trust, But hide beneath the scent of dust. And demons wear the face of kin, A Tamer’s grin, a merchant’s hymn. But you, Half-Blood, must not fall— You see the truth behind it all. This is no age for throne or mask, No time for fools to drink from flasks. The storm has come, the skies decay— We fight tonight, or fade away. Put down your scroll, ignore the crown, The dark is rising from the ground. No more the goblin, or the quest— The beast below has come to test… Half of this and half of that, They never saw the strength we had. But when the full-blooded kingdoms fall— The Bastards rise, and take it all! The last town burns beneath the moon, The portal hums an ancient tune. But we will rise, not bend or bow— The world is ours to save, and now.