LET ME SCHOOL YOU

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V4.5-ALL

Grandmaster Rathe sent word, said the Conclave’s on the move,  
Said the world was too broken, too wounded to improve.  
But I don’t need an army — just a fighter with a spark,  
And I’ll turn you to a weapon that can carve through the dark.

**Hook **  
Let me school you, let me teach you, let me train you how to strike,  
Use my knowledge, forge your power, make your aim and timing tight.  
If they hit you, hit ’em back — hesitation gets you killed,  
With my archery and melee skills, you’ll dominate the battlefield.

**Verse 2**  
To the dwarves of Grimbardun, I was beard, stone, and ale,  
Taught ’em how to stand unbroken when Oridum’s fires hail.  
To the orcs of Duratuk, I came tusked with primal rage,  
Showed ’em how to weather floods that swallowed mage and mage.

To the elves of Thanaloria, I moved silent as the breeze,  
Taught ’em how to read the future in the trembling of the leaves.  
To the gnomes of Nimbledook, I brought gears and cunning mind,  
Showed ’em how to counter magic with inventions sharp and fine.

Every tribe saw one of theirs — but none of them saw me,  
Just a shadow in the splinters teachin’ how to fight and flee.

**Hook**  
Let me school you, let me teach you, let me train you how to strike,  
Use my knowledge, forge your power, make your aim and timing tight.  
If they hit you, hit ’em back — hesitation gets you killed,  
With my archery and melee skills, you’ll dominate the battlefield.

**Verse 3 **  
I don’t leave a trail behind me — no footprints, no scent,  
Just warriors standin’ stronger everywhere that I’ve been sent.  
I sharpen instincts, steady hands, make your courage iron‑clad,  
Turn the weakest in the splinters into fighters twice as bad.

You’ll learn to strike with purpose, learn to move without a sound,  
Learn to take the Conclave’s magic and drive it to the ground.  
And when the mage wagons rumble, when the sky begins to burn,  
You’ll remember every lesson — every stance and every turn.

**Final Hook**  
Let me school you, let me teach you, let me train you how to kill,  
Let me show you how to rise and make the battlefield stand still.  
Use my knowledge, forge your attacks, make your enemies kneel,  
’Cause when I’m done, you’ll be the blade the Conclave learns to fear for real.

Let me school you, let me teach you —  
Hold the line.  
And never yield.

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**Verse 1 ** Let me school you, let me teach you, let me show you how to kill, Let me train you, let me shape you, make your enemies bend to your will. I’m the ghost in every splinter, I’m the whisper in the steel, I’m the shadow in the treeline askin’, “Tell me now — how do you feel?” Grandmaster Rathe sent word, said the Conclave’s on the move, Said the world was too broken, too wounded to improve. But I don’t need an army — just a fighter with a spark, And I’ll turn you to a weapon that can carve through the dark. **Hook ** Let me school you, let me teach you, let me train you how to strike, Use my knowledge, forge your power, make your aim and timing tight. If they hit you, hit ’em back — hesitation gets you killed, With my archery and melee skills, you’ll dominate the battlefield. **Verse 2** To the dwarves of Grimbardun, I was beard, stone, and ale, Taught ’em how to stand unbroken when Oridum’s fires hail. To the orcs of Duratuk, I came tusked with primal rage, Showed ’em how to weather floods that swallowed mage and mage. To the elves of Thanaloria, I moved silent as the breeze, Taught ’em how to read the future in the trembling of the leaves. To the gnomes of Nimbledook, I brought gears and cunning mind, Showed ’em how to counter magic with inventions sharp and fine. Every tribe saw one of theirs — but none of them saw me, Just a shadow in the splinters teachin’ how to fight and flee. **Hook** Let me school you, let me teach you, let me train you how to strike, Use my knowledge, forge your power, make your aim and timing tight. If they hit you, hit ’em back — hesitation gets you killed, With my archery and melee skills, you’ll dominate the battlefield. **Verse 3 ** I don’t leave a trail behind me — no footprints, no scent, Just warriors standin’ stronger everywhere that I’ve been sent. I sharpen instincts, steady hands, make your courage iron‑clad, Turn the weakest in the splinters into fighters twice as bad. You’ll learn to strike with purpose, learn to move without a sound, Learn to take the Conclave’s magic and drive it to the ground. And when the mage wagons rumble, when the sky begins to burn, You’ll remember every lesson — every stance and every turn. **Final Hook** Let me school you, let me teach you, let me train you how to kill, Let me show you how to rise and make the battlefield stand still. Use my knowledge, forge your attacks, make your enemies kneel, ’Cause when I’m done, you’ll be the blade the Conclave learns to fear for real. Let me school you, let me teach you — Hold the line. And never yield.

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