Holy Wrath of the Silverwood

[Intro] By moonlight she prayed in the forest’s deep heart, A cleric of grace with a healing art. But mercy runs dry when the dumb never learn… And the fires of justice begin to burn. [Verse 1] Twelve goblins dead, the ranger’s down, The rogue just stabbed herself somehow. The mage cast sleep on the paladin’s face, And I’m the one left to “save the day.” I mended their wounds, I kept them alive, With divine light and emotional drive. But there comes a time, when enough is enough— When healing hands must become really rough. [Pre-Chorus] I gave them scrolls, I gave them grace, But all they do is fall from grace! So hear me now, ye gods above— It’s time to smite instead of love! [Chorus] Holy Wrath of the Silverwood! Let the dragon burn like kindling wood! I won't heal fools one battle more— I'm the angel of pain they’re praying for! Light divine, let vengeance rain— I’ll sanctify the dragon’s bane! No more buffs, no resurrects— It’s judgment time, and I'm the threat! [Verse 2] Scales like steel, eyes of fire, The dragon laughed as it rose higher. My party screamed, "We have no plan!" So I did what I do best—I began. Wings of flame met radiant light, And all the stars burned through the night. With one last spell and holy glare, I threw my mace through the dragon's lair! [Pre-Chorus] I’m done with chants of “heal me, please,” While they fight wolves with mild disease. This is divine overdrive— The cleric’s rage has come alive! [Chorus] Holy Wrath of the Silverwood! Turn the wicked to splinters and blood! No more band-aids, no more hope— Just divine fury and a flying rope! Light be praised, but I decide— Who gets saved and who gets fried! Blessed be the broken path— I walk alone… with holy wrath! [Bridge] Sanctus... ignis... clericae... furor... (“Holy fire of the cleric’s wrath...”) I prayed for peace… but peace has fled. So now I raise the righteous dead. With sacred wrath and battle hymn— I crush the dark with seraphim! [Final Chorus] Holy Wrath of the Silverwood! Fear the girl misunderstood! The gods are weeping tears of awe, As I break the drake by holy law! No more party, no more pain— Just me and light, and endless flame! Let legends sing of one last breath— An elf who healed… and dealt out death! [Outro] She walks alone through silver trees, No more fools, no more pleas. But deep in ruins where shadows roam, A cleric’s wrath… has made her throne.