[acoustic guitar: steady, noble strumming, with a heroic rhythm] [trumpet enters: regal, triumphant melody, like a knight’s fanfare] [drums: marching beat, precise and disciplined] **(Verse 1)** [all instruments join in, bold and determined] Oh, I’m the paladin, righteous and true, I smite the wicked, it’s what I do. But sometimes things get… a little unclear, And then I wake up, “What happened here?” [trumpet plays a short, confused trill] The rogue says, “Nothing, just trust me, my friend,” The bard starts singing, “It’s fine in the end!” The cleric just sighs, the fighter looks grim, But I’m sure justice prevailed—thanks to Him! **(Chorus 1)** [voices: bold harmonies, with a touch of confusion] Oh, I black out when the law’s in doubt, And somehow the villains are all knocked out. I’m righteous, I’m pure, I’m Heaven’s blade, But why’s the rogue counting all the gold we’ve made? **(Verse 2)** [guitar picks up a slightly jaunty rhythm, trumpet softens] The wizard says, “Oh, it’s a mystery arcane,” The druid just laughs, “It’s the gods, not your brain.” The rogue says, “Buddy, you’re doing just fine,” But why’s there a crown in *his* pack, not mine? [drums add a comedic roll, trumpet plays a sly melody] The barkeep says, “Thanks for clearing the den, But why’s my safe empty?” I look to my friends. The bard says, “Oh, we donated, of course!” And I nod, “How noble!” while they loot the horse. **(Chorus 2)** [voices: harmonized, with rising suspicion] Oh, I black out when the law’s in doubt, And somehow the villains are all knocked out. I’m righteous, I’m pure, I’m Heaven’s blade, But why’s the rogue wearing a king’s brocade? **(Bridge)** [tempo slows, instruments drop to just guitar and trumpet] Oh, justice is a path so bright, But sometimes I wake in the dead of night. The rogue says, “Relax, it’s all okay,” But why’s there a taxman heading our way? [drums build back in, tempo picks up slightly] [guitar strums grow more dramatic, trumpet swells] I trust my friends, they wouldn’t deceive, But why’s the bard got a crown up his sleeve? **(Chorus 3)** [all instruments swell, voices louder and more triumphant] Oh, I black out when the law’s in doubt, And somehow the villains are all knocked out. I’m righteous, I’m pure, I’m Heaven’s blade, But why’s the rogue buying a whole parade? **(Verse 3)** [trumpet takes a playful solo between lines] So raise a toast to the paladin’s plight, To the justice I serve, to the wrongs I right. For though I black out, I’m sure it’s divine, And my friends? Well… they’re just walking the line. [drums and trumpet crescendo together] **(Final Chorus)** [all voices at full volume, instruments roaring, trumpet wailing] Oh, I black out when the law’s in doubt, And somehow the villains are all knocked out. I’m righteous, I’m pure, I’m Heaven’s blade, But why’s the rogue got a whole estate made? **(Outro)** [instruments fade to just guitar and trumpet] [voice: soft, with a touch of suspicion] Oh, my friends, I trust you all true… But why’s the bard wearing my tabard too? [end with a final trumpet flourish and a comedic drum roll]
