[Verse 1 – (Tense, Foreboding)] The mines fell to silence, the hammers grew still, When the Dwarf King came down from the throne on the hill. A beard like a banner, eyes burning like coal, He stomped through the dark with vengeance and soul. “Boy,” he growled, “your tales are a lie. No man walks with dragons and lives just to die. You speak of elves, of griffins, and flame— But I see no hero, just a slave with a name.” [Verse 2 – (Kevin Responds, Calm but Fierce)] Kevin stood up with the chains round his wrist, His voice like a spark in the cavernous mist: “You see only dust, but you don't see the fire— A man who's been forged through blood and through mire.” “If you want proof, then pick up your blade— And see if my story still makes you afraid. If I fall, then your lies will ring true, But if I stand—Miles and I walk through.” [Chorus – (Explosive, Anthemic)] Steel rang loud in the mountain’s dome, Clashing like thunder through cavern and bone. The king struck hard, but Kevin struck higher— Man against monster, in shadow and fire. And the dwarves held their breath as the echoes grew— One would fall, but one would break through. [Verse 3 – (Graphic Combat)] The Dwarf King swung with a hammer of stone, Cracking the walls with a furious groan. Kevin dodged low, then rose with a shout, Driving his chain ‘til the blood poured out. Beard torn, armor cracked, the king fought mad, Screaming, “You’re nothing but weak and bad!” But Kevin roared back with a storm in his chest— “I've faced gods and ghosts — you're just like the rest!” [Bridge – (Cinematic, Slow-Build)] Stone shattered underfoot, magma ran red, As battle hymns danced through the halls of the dead. Miles watched close, with hope in his eyes, As Kevin defied both chains and the skies. Then came the moment—the final, true blow, Kevin struck hard, let the old tyrant go. The king hit the floor, crown rolling away, And silence declared the end of his sway. [Final Chorus – (Triumphant, Uplifting)] Steel rang true in the heart of the deep, Waking the mountain from ancient sleep. Chains fell down like rain from the sky, As dwarves bowed low, and none asked why. For truth had won, and legends don’t lie— Kevin and Miles, no longer denied. [Outro – (Hopeful, Soft but Victorious)] They rose from the pit with the sunrise in mind, Leaving the empire of stone far behind. From myths to men, from dirt to stars— Two broken souls now bearing their scars. The mountain may stand, but stories still run, And this one was written by blood... and by sun.
