[Verse 1 – (Soft, Reflective Start)] Pickaxe in hand, with my back bent low, I started to hum where no sunlight would go. The dwarves paused their tools, turned with a glare, But I lifted my voice through the cold, bitter air. [Verse 2 – (Stronger, Bolder)] We began on the ridge of the Appalachian sky, With fire in our packs and the stars riding high. Just Miles and me with a map full of dreams, Sleeping by rivers and laughing at streams. [Chorus – (Catchy & Powerful)] Oh the trail we tread, and the beasts we braved, From mountain peaks to a wizard’s cave. We’ve danced with dragons, fled from the dead, Slept in ruins with a rock for a bed. So why should I fear these tunnels and stone, When we once stole time from the gods on the throne? [Verse 3 – (Mythic Storytelling)] Through the pines we met a stag with gold eyes, He whispered of realms where the old magic lies. A siren in streams tried to pull us beneath, But Miles cracked a joke and knocked out her teeth! We found the elves in a silverwood hall, They welcomed us warm… then betrayed us all. Their king sold us out for a favor in gold, But we fled through the flames with a story untold. [Chorus – (Louder, The Dwarves Begin to Nod)] Oh the trail we tread, and the friends we lost, Fought shadow wolves through a midnight frost. We’ve flown on griffins, and bled in the sand, Escaped from prisons in a cursed land. So what are these chains to a soul that’s been free? Just metal and rust—they don't shackle me. [Bridge – (Triumphant & Bittersweet)] We fought the crown with our backs to the wall, The black-suited tyrants, the court in the hall. They called us liars, rebels, and freaks, But truth has a voice that justice seeks. Miles lit the fuse, I kicked down the door, We carved our escape through the Capitol floor. And though we were hunted, we never gave in, For every loss, we counted a win. [Final Chorus – (All Miners & Dwarves Join In)] Oh the trail we tread, carved in pain and flame, But no curse, no king, ever took our name. We’ve kissed the stars and spat at fate, Dined with ghosts at a phantom gate. So listen, O dwarves, to a tale not yet done— Two men still rise, though the night has won. [Outro – (Soft Again, Almost Whispered)] Kevin and Miles, just names in the dark… But stories like fire can still leave a mark. And though we are chained, the spirit won’t yield, For our hearts are the map, and the world is our field.
