🎙️ [Intro – spoken, over soft guitar harmonics and distant thunder] I don’t wear a crown. I don’t kneel for coins. But I carry the weight of every voice that never got the chance to be heard. [Verse 1 – Soft fingerpicked chords, hauntingly calm] They called me fool when I sang to the wind, A savage, a sinner, a noise that sinned. But songs remember what history burns, And truth returns through every verse. I watched a kingdom silence the street, So I played until the silence bled at my feet. My voice ain't perfect. My chords ain't clean. But they’re louder than lies you paint pristine. [Chorus – Soaring, powerful, echoing vocals] 🎶 This is my bard’s oath — not forged in gold, But in stories too jagged, too raw to be told. I’ll sing for the fallen, the lost, and the low, And I’ll scream for the ones who had no one to know. This is my bard’s oath… and I won’t let it go. 🎶 [Verse 2 – Full band kicks in, building power slowly] I gave no blood to gods on high, But I bled every note under broken sky. The heroes you praise were cowards in silk— I sing for the orphans, the drunkards, the ilk. A whisper can start a revolution’s fire, A lullaby can break a tyrant’s choir. You think me a clown? Then laugh while you can— When the power cuts, you’ll remember this man. [Bridge – Distorted, poetic, rhythmic like a march] 🎤 I swear to the scream, to the silence that breaks— To the voice in the void that never forsakes. To the drumbeat of grief, to the lyric of pain— To the rebel, the ghost, the song in the rain. I swear by the strings, I swear by the sound— So long as I live, the silence stays drowned. [Chorus – Returns stronger, layered with harmony] 🎶 This is my bard’s oath — my rhythm, my creed, My sword is a solo, my armor: the need. I’ll sing for the misfits, the cursed, and the dead, And I’ll roar for the dreams they buried instead. This is my bard’s oath — long after I'm gone… My song will live on. 🎶 [Outro – quiet return to solo acoustic guitar] “I don't promise safety. I don't promise peace. I promise you won’t be forgotten. Not while I still breathe.”