To my beloved listeners, If you are going to leave Suno over the latest news, I wish you success in all your endeavors. I will be staying here on Suno, as long as I can keep making quality music on my free account, and as long as people show appreciation for my lyrics and music, as long as I am not being exploited by a party wishing to sell the music I generate. For those staying here on Suno with me, please know that your support matters now more than ever. It is my "voice" being heard that will help me push through the current drams and will keep me in that happy headspace where poetry keeps flowing. Regardless of whether you will leave or stay, I appreciat all your likes and comments With kind regards, ~ Lin ========= [Intro] [Verse 1 - The Warrior] My shield is for the helpless, my sword to make them safe. To guard the humble folk, and put the monster in its grave. I'll stand before the fire, I'll take the tooth and claw… …And later in the tavern, I'll be the one they all adore. [Verse 2 - The Mage] The beast is a phenomenon, a specimen of power. I'd rather be among my scrolls, but I must seize this hour. Its scales can block a spell-strike, its heart-blood can ignite… …A dozen new equations in my solitary light. [Chorus - The Collective Lie] We raise our blades and staves on high, beneath a common crest. And tell ourselves the noble lie that puts our wills to test. "For hearth and home!" the battle-cry, a convenient, shared design. To veil the fact that every soul here bears a different sign. [Verse 3 - The Rogue] The dragon's just a lizard, guarding piles of gold. A means to buy a future, a story to be sold. I'll slip behind the battle, while they're occupied with strife… …And ensure that I'm the one who carries a new life. [Verse 4 - The Cleric] I do not seek the glory, I do not crave the prize. I only watch the life-light fading in my comrades' eyes. I mend the broken bodies, I soothe the fevered mind… …And pray that we remember what we left behind. [Chorus - The Collective Lie] We raise our blades and staves on high, beneath a common crest. And tell ourselves the noble lie that puts our wills to test. "For hearth and home!" the battle-cry, a convenient, shared design. To veil the fact that every soul here bears a different sign. [Bridge - The Dragon's Truth] And on the hoard of motives, the great beast rests its head. It knows the tower we are building is already dead. It is not scale and wing that blocks the common good we seek… …It is the fragile, splintered egos, every single week. [Outro] The dragon falls. The treasure's split. The party walks away. The warrior boasts, the mage experiments, the rogue counts out his pay. The cleric sits in silence, and tends the dying fire… …And watches yet another spire crumble from the mire.
