Verse 1. In the land of myth and lore, Where gods left ancient scores, There’s a legend of an axe divine, Only a chosen one can make it shine. Chorus. Hunn the bunny, the chosen one, Wields the Axe of the gods, under the sun. Every chord, a tale sung, He plays a beat that raises the sun. Verse 2. With paws so swift and eyes so bright, Hunn strums the axe with all his might. Each note a story, each song a spell, A melody where legends dwell. Chorus Hunn the bunny, the chosen one, Wields the Axe of the gods, under the sun. Every chord, a tale sung, He plays a beat that raises the sun. Bridge. Wild as the wind, fierce as the storm, In Hunn’s heart, the magic is born. Strumming the strings, tales unfold, A bunny’s legacy, brave and bold. Chorus. Hunn the bunny, the chosen one, Wields the Axe of the gods, under the sun. Every chord, a tale sung, He plays a beat that raises the sun. Outro. Through valleys deep and mountains high, Hunn’s music echoes in the sky. With the axe, his destiny spun, The bunny named Hunn, the chosen one.
