(Verse 1) Through the veil of dawn he wanders, Where the echoes softly sing, Broken towers, ghostly wonders, Dreams of life the shroud still clings. Ash and ember, fading light, Yet his heart still beats aloud — OldWizzard wakes to greet the fight, A new day in the shroud. (Chorus) Let his mind be his weapon, sharp as steel and flame, In the silence of the fallen, he will rise again. From the ruin and the sorrow, a promise to end the pain, For the day of water’s on the horizon, And hope will fall like rain. (Verse 2) Whispers crawl through hollow halls, The shroud remembers every name, But he carves his fate on weathered walls, A spark no curse can tame. Every step, a tale retold, Every breath, a vow unbowed — Through storm and shadow, brave and bold, He claims his path aloud. (Chorus) Let his mind be his weapon, sharp as steel and flame, In the silence of the fallen, he will rise again. From the ruin and the sorrow, a promise to end the pain, For the day of water’s on the horizon, And hope will fall like rain. (Bridge) In the mist where the light once died, He weaves his will through the fading sky. From knowledge and courage, his power’s unbound, OldWizzard stands where the lost are found. (Final Chorus) Let his mind be his weapon, let his soul be the crown, He’ll bring dawn to the fallen, light to the drowned. The day of water’s rising, washing dust from the ground— It’s a new day in the shroud, It’s a new day… in the shroud.
