Four roads broken. Four oaths unkept. Cast from halls, clans, and courts… Yet standing still, with world broken. [The Bard] Hammered hymns and shattered strings, Valor roars where the war-drum sings. Too loud for halls, too wild for stone, She sings of deeds the dead have known. Axe and ukulele in hand, a tale to tell, Every scar a ringing bell. Outcast names carved into steel, Misfits rise high… this war is real. THOSE MISFITS! Blood and banner torn THOSE MISFITS! Battle-born, war-sworn Steel and song and savage hand Stand as one, the last to stand No kings we serve, no gods we beg We carve our fate in blood and lead [The Barbarian] Scarred skull split by iron and fate, Thoughts went dark… the rage stayed awake. No words left where the fire rings, Just blood and breath when the bell sings. Eyes go red, the world goes thin, Gods go quiet… the slaughter begins. [The Ranger] From emerald shadow and bowstring breath, A hunter walks where the roots taste death. Wolf at heel, no crown, no throne, The wild his law, the hunt his home. Elven songs left cold behind, He chose the beast, not blood or kind. SING! SMASH! HOWL! EXPLODE! [The Alchemist] Glass and fire and bitter brew, Saves the dying, poisons too. No prayers spoken, no gods invoked, Just steady hands and measured smoke. He heals with pain, he kills with cure, Truth in tincture, death made pure. Not heroes born of shining light But forged in wrongs and endless fight THOSE MISFITS! Bound by road and scar THOSE MISFITS! Know exactly who we are No destiny, no blessed sign Just iron will and battle line From forest dark to anvil flame The world will learn our cursed name Song and steel! Rage unleashed! Beast and bow! BOMBS EXPLODE!!! THOSE MISFITS! Hear the warhorn cry THOSE MISFITS! Watch the heavens die If this road ends soaked in red Let songs be sung of what we bled Not chosen. Not forgiven. But by war and will… WE LIVED Four misfits. One stand. No legends… Until now.
