[drums: steady, heavy beat, like a blacksmith’s hammer on an anvil] [electric guitar: gritty, chugging rhythm, like grinding metal] [bass: deep, pulsing groove, driving the tension] **(Verse 1 - Melee Damage Dealer)** [all instruments join in, aggressive and rhythmic] I swing my blade, I break their bones, But every fight, it empties my loans. The rogue gets rich, the bard gets fame, But I’m broke again—it’s always the same. [guitar riff: sharp, cutting, like a sword slicing through air] A sword that’s sharp? That’s fifty gold, And armor that works? It’s twice as old. The wizard’s got scrolls, the cleric’s got prayers, But I’m stuck with debt—life’s so unfair! **(Chorus 1 - Both Fighters)** [voices: harmonized, with a gruff, frustrated tone] Ohhhhhh, the fighter’s life, it takes its toll, We break our backs, we give our soul. Ohhhhhh, the pain, the cost, the endless fight, But we’ll swing our swords ‘til the end of night. **(Verse 2 - Tank)** [guitar shifts to a slower, heavier groove, drums more deliberate] I take the hits, I hold the line, But every step feels like I’m dying inside. The potions help, they dull the sting, But now I need them for everything. [bass growls, drums add a dragging rhythm, like trudging through mud] The cleric says, “You’re drinking too much,” But they don’t feel the pain of every punch. My shield is cracked, my body’s sore, But I’ll stand my ground, ‘cause that’s my war. **(Chorus 2 - Both Fighters)** [voices: louder, more desperate] Ohhhhhh, the fighter’s life, it takes its toll, We break our backs, we give our soul. Ohhhhhh, the pain, the cost, the endless fight, But we’ll swing our swords ‘til the end of night. **(Bridge - Melee Damage Dealer)** [tempo slows, instruments drop to just bass and drums] The rogue says, “Buy cheap,” but my sword must last, The bard says, “Relax,” but I swing too fast. The wizard says, “Gold’s just a tool,” But they don’t know the grind of a fighter’s rule. **(Bridge - Tank)** [drums build back in, guitar adds a mournful melody] The cleric says, “Pray,” but my body’s weak, The druid says, “Rest,” but I can’t retreat. The potions call, they’re my only shield, But each one I drink, another wound’s revealed. **(Final Chorus - Both Fighters)** [all instruments swell, voices raw and powerful] Ohhhhhh, the fighter’s life, it takes its toll, We break our backs, we give our soul. Ohhhhhh, the pain, the cost, the endless fight, But we’ll swing our swords ‘til the end of night. **(Outro - Both Fighters)** [guitar fades to a somber, clean tone, drums soften] [voices: tired, resigned, almost spoken] The rogue gets gold, the bard gets fame, The wizard gets power, the cleric gets blame. But we fight, we bleed, we pay the price, The fighter’s life is a sacrifice. [end with a final, heavy drum hit and a fading guitar note]
