Flesh is Fleeting (Bone is [nearly] Forever)

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Title: Flesh is Fleeting (Bone is Forever)
[Intro]
(The slow, heavy "crunch" of a distorted guitar. A rhythmic rattling of dry bones serves as the percussion. The sound of a shovel hitting wet earth.)
[Spoken]
"Summoner says his ghosts are 'elegant.' Please. You can’t even lean on a ghost. You want loyalty? You want a friend who won't ghost you? You need someone with... structure."
[Verse 1]
The Summoner’s friends are made of mist and light
They vanish if the candle burns too bright
The Ranger’s wolf will leave him for a steak
The Paladin’s 'honor' is a brittle fake!
But my boys? They’re committed to the core
They don't care if we're winning or losing the war
They don't ask for a raise, they don't ask for a bed
There’s a certain stability in being dead!
[Chorus]
[Heavy Doom Riff]
Oh, flesh is fleeting, but bone is forever!
A bond that the living can never quite sever!
So what if they’re musky? So what if they’re damp?
They don't mind the mold or the chill of the camp!
You call it a 'stink,' I call it 'devotion'
A friendship that’s deeper than any emotion!
[Verse 2]
Now, let’s talk 'bout my Skeletons—quiet and wise
No judgment behind those empty-socket eyes!
Skeletons are real good listeners, you see
They haven't got ears, but they listen to me!
I can vent about taxes, I can moan 'bout the king
They don't interrupt or say a damn thing!
No 'Well, actually,' or 'I told you so'
Just a tilt of the skull and a soft, rattling glow! 💀
[Chorus]
[Heavy Doom Riff]
Oh, flesh is fleeting, but bone is forever!
A bond that the living can never quite sever!
So what if they’re musky? So what if they’re damp?
They don't mind the mold or the chill of the camp!
You call it a 'stink,' I call it 'devotion'
A friendship that’s deeper than any emotion!
[Bridge]
[Slow, Swampy Guitar Solo]
(Tempo slows even further, becoming a sludge-like crawl)
They say I’m a monster, they say I’m a creep
Because I have friends who are literally cheap!
The Druid’s 'Nature' is fickle and wild
The Sorcerer’s 'Power' is acting a child
But a femur is honest. A ribcage is true.
And they’ll still be my friends when I’m one of them, too!
[Guitar Solo - Gritty and Distorted]
[Verse 3]
The Necromancer’s tavern is a quiet affair
There’s a heavy aroma in the stagnant air
But nobody’s shouting, and nobody fights
We just sit in the cellar through the long, lonely nights
And if a toe falls off or a jaw hits the floor...
We just glue it back on and we have one more! 🦴
[Final Chorus]
[Maximum Distortion]
Oh, flesh is fleeting, but bone is forever!
A bond that the living can never quite sever!
So what if they’re musky? So what if they’re damp?
They don't mind the mold or the chill of the camp!
You call it a 'stink,' I call it 'devotion'
A friendship that’s deeper than any emotion!
[Outro]
(The rattling bone percussion fades out slowly)
Best listeners in the world...
Hey, Barnaby... you still listening?
(A single, dry bone-click response)
Good lad.
[End]

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Title: Flesh is Fleeting (Bone is Forever) [Intro] (The slow, heavy "crunch" of a distorted guitar. A rhythmic rattling of dry bones serves as the percussion. The sound of a shovel hitting wet earth.) [Spoken] "Summoner says his ghosts are 'elegant.' Please. You can’t even lean on a ghost. You want loyalty? You want a friend who won't ghost you? You need someone with... structure." [Verse 1] The Summoner’s friends are made of mist and light They vanish if the candle burns too bright The Ranger’s wolf will leave him for a steak The Paladin’s 'honor' is a brittle fake! But my boys? They’re committed to the core They don't care if we're winning or losing the war They don't ask for a raise, they don't ask for a bed There’s a certain stability in being dead! [Chorus] [Heavy Doom Riff] Oh, flesh is fleeting, but bone is forever! A bond that the living can never quite sever! So what if they’re musky? So what if they’re damp? They don't mind the mold or the chill of the camp! You call it a 'stink,' I call it 'devotion' A friendship that’s deeper than any emotion! [Verse 2] Now, let’s talk 'bout my Skeletons—quiet and wise No judgment behind those empty-socket eyes! Skeletons are real good listeners, you see They haven't got ears, but they listen to me! I can vent about taxes, I can moan 'bout the king They don't interrupt or say a damn thing! No 'Well, actually,' or 'I told you so' Just a tilt of the skull and a soft, rattling glow! 💀 [Chorus] [Heavy Doom Riff] Oh, flesh is fleeting, but bone is forever! A bond that the living can never quite sever! So what if they’re musky? So what if they’re damp? They don't mind the mold or the chill of the camp! You call it a 'stink,' I call it 'devotion' A friendship that’s deeper than any emotion! [Bridge] [Slow, Swampy Guitar Solo] (Tempo slows even further, becoming a sludge-like crawl) They say I’m a monster, they say I’m a creep Because I have friends who are literally cheap! The Druid’s 'Nature' is fickle and wild The Sorcerer’s 'Power' is acting a child But a femur is honest. A ribcage is true. And they’ll still be my friends when I’m one of them, too! [Guitar Solo - Gritty and Distorted] [Verse 3] The Necromancer’s tavern is a quiet affair There’s a heavy aroma in the stagnant air But nobody’s shouting, and nobody fights We just sit in the cellar through the long, lonely nights And if a toe falls off or a jaw hits the floor... We just glue it back on and we have one more! 🦴 [Final Chorus] [Maximum Distortion] Oh, flesh is fleeting, but bone is forever! A bond that the living can never quite sever! So what if they’re musky? So what if they’re damp? They don't mind the mold or the chill of the camp! You call it a 'stink,' I call it 'devotion' A friendship that’s deeper than any emotion! [Outro] (The rattling bone percussion fades out slowly) Best listeners in the world... Hey, Barnaby... you still listening? (A single, dry bone-click response) Good lad. [End]

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