Somebody’s Watching Me (The Summoner’s Edition)

Dark Synth-pop, Bardcore, Electronic, Gothic

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[Verse 1] I’m just an apprentice, third level, maybe four Just trying to study behind a locked wizard’s door I found a dusty parchment, tucked beneath a pile of bones The Scroll of Uwiat—written in forgotten tones I thought it was a cantrip, maybe 'Light' or 'Mending' too But now the shadows in the corner have a violet-colored hue! I’m sitting at my desk, trying to scribe my daily scrolls But I hear a thousand whispers from a thousand tiny souls!

[Pre-Chorus] Is it a Dretch? Is it a Vrock? Is it a Prince of Hell? Did I mispronounce the syntax of the foundational spell? I look over my shoulder, but there’s nothing in the room Just the smell of burning sulfur and the ticking clock of doom!

[Chorus] (High-energy, melodic, and haunting) I always feel like somebody’s watching me! And I have no spell slots left to see! Oh-oh-oh! I always feel like something is watching me! Is it possession? Or just my destiny? (Tell me, is it a ghost? Is it a demon’s eye? I’m too young to have my soul sucked dry!)

[Verse 2] I go to use the privy, and I lock the heavy latch But I hear a spectral clawing, like a cat began to scratch! I tried to find my Master, but he’s off in Waterdeep Leaving me to face the things that through the ether creep The Scroll of Uwiat... did I skip the middle verse? Because the gargoyle on the balcony just let out a quiet curse! Possession is a "low chance"—that’s what the manual said But usually, the "low chance" ends with me being undead! 💀

[Bridge: The Paranoid Breakdown] (Music strips back to just the bassline and a rhythmic, eerie chime) What do demons do... besides the rending of the flesh? Do they wait until your spirit is particularly fresh? Maybe it’s a Succubus? (Ha! I should be so lucky.) It’s probably a Balor, and the situation’s mucky! I checked the salt circle—there’s a gap of half an inch! My heart is skipping beats, I can feel the astral pinch! Was it "Uwiat" or "U-WEE-AT"? The vowels were unclear! Now I’m trapped inside a nightmare fueled by academic fear!

[Guitar/Lute Solo - High tension, chromatic notes]

[Verse 3] I’m staring at the ceiling, I can’t even close my eyes Is that a rift in space-time, or just the way the candle dies? The parchment’s glowing red now, and the ink is starting to run I think the "Summoning of Horrors" has officially begun! I’m just an average student, I don’t want to be a host For a three-eyed extra-planar king or a very angry ghost! 👻

[Chorus] (Full volume, maximum paranoia) I always feel like somebody’s watching me! And I have no spell slots left to see! Oh-oh-oh! I always feel like something is watching me! Is it possession? Or just my destiny? (Don't look in the mirror! Don't look under the bed! I think I hear it laughing inside my head!)

[Outro] (The music starts to distort, as if being sucked into a portal) Who’s watching? Uwiat, is that you? I’m sorry about the pronunciation! I have a lisp! Stop staring! (Fades out with the sound of a sinister, echoing chuckle and a final, sharp synth note) [End]

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[Intro] (Spoken with a shaky breath): "I checked the pentagram twice... or was it thrice? The chalk is dry. The candles are black. So why does the air feel... heavy?" (Heavy 80s synth bassline kicks in with a medieval harpsichord twist) [Verse 1] I’m just an apprentice, third level, maybe four Just trying to study behind a locked wizard’s door I found a dusty parchment, tucked beneath a pile of bones The Scroll of Uwiat—written in forgotten tones I thought it was a cantrip, maybe 'Light' or 'Mending' too But now the shadows in the corner have a violet-colored hue! I’m sitting at my desk, trying to scribe my daily scrolls But I hear a thousand whispers from a thousand tiny souls! [Pre-Chorus] Is it a Dretch? Is it a Vrock? Is it a Prince of Hell? Did I mispronounce the syntax of the foundational spell? I look over my shoulder, but there’s nothing in the room Just the smell of burning sulfur and the ticking clock of doom! [Chorus] (High-energy, melodic, and haunting) I always feel like somebody’s watching me! And I have no spell slots left to see! Oh-oh-oh! I always feel like something is watching me! Is it possession? Or just my destiny? (Tell me, is it a ghost? Is it a demon’s eye? I’m too young to have my soul sucked dry!) [Verse 2] I go to use the privy, and I lock the heavy latch But I hear a spectral clawing, like a cat began to scratch! I tried to find my Master, but he’s off in Waterdeep Leaving me to face the things that through the ether creep The Scroll of Uwiat... did I skip the middle verse? Because the gargoyle on the balcony just let out a quiet curse! Possession is a "low chance"—that’s what the manual said But usually, the "low chance" ends with me being undead! 💀 [Bridge: The Paranoid Breakdown] (Music strips back to just the bassline and a rhythmic, eerie chime) What do demons do... besides the rending of the flesh? Do they wait until your spirit is particularly fresh? Maybe it’s a Succubus? (Ha! I should be so lucky.) It’s probably a Balor, and the situation’s mucky! I checked the salt circle—there’s a gap of half an inch! My heart is skipping beats, I can feel the astral pinch! Was it "Uwiat" or "U-WEE-AT"? The vowels were unclear! Now I’m trapped inside a nightmare fueled by academic fear! [Guitar/Lute Solo - High tension, chromatic notes] [Verse 3] I’m staring at the ceiling, I can’t even close my eyes Is that a rift in space-time, or just the way the candle dies? The parchment’s glowing red now, and the ink is starting to run I think the "Summoning of Horrors" has officially begun! I’m just an average student, I don’t want to be a host For a three-eyed extra-planar king or a very angry ghost! 👻 [Chorus] (Full volume, maximum paranoia) I always feel like somebody’s watching me! And I have no spell slots left to see! Oh-oh-oh! I always feel like something is watching me! Is it possession? Or just my destiny? (Don't look in the mirror! Don't look under the bed! I think I hear it laughing inside my head!) [Outro] (The music starts to distort, as if being sucked into a portal) Who’s watching? Uwiat, is that you? I’m sorry about the pronunciation! I have a lisp! Stop staring! (Fades out with the sound of a sinister, echoing chuckle and a final, sharp synth note) [End]

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