-- STORY -- PKay: Death’s Own Hand At dawn, a stranger in a green coat rode into Storytellerz Ville. His round glasses caught the light, and his jade blade whispered promises. The town froze—everyone knew the tales. Years ago, a crooked banker tried to cheat him. PKay left him bleeding behind the saloon, silent and swift. Since then, no outlaw dared bluff when he dealt the cards. Now, a gang ruled the town. He walked into the saloon, soft-spoken and deadly. One by one, they fell—not by chance, but by fate. His blade carved truth, his gaze ended lies. By nightfall, the gang was no more. PKay didn’t ride away—he took a quiet room above the saloon, the green of his coat a watchful shadow in the lamplight. Some say he’s still there, keeping the peace, waiting for the next liar to step through those swinging doors. ----- [Intro][spoken calm] A stranger’s shadow crosses Storytellerz Ville at dawn, Dust and rumors swirling as boots tap down the street. Eyes dart folks can sense a new tale’s about to begin, Tonight, legends are waiting for the heat. You know it... [Verse 1] You heard the stories, how they spread like wildfire 'Bout the man in green who rides at midnight's edge Round glasses catch the starlight, jade blade gleaming While sheriffs count their dead and place their bets [Verse 2] That crooked banker tried to cross him once, friend Left him bleeding out behind the old saloon His voice stays soft when dealing with the desperate But his dragon coat’s been baptized under many moons [Chorus] They call him death’s own hand, He takes what he demands One cold whisper and you’ll understand, Every card falls by his command. No law alive can draw that fast, PKay’s legend built to last. [Verse 3] The cards fall where they may when he's dealing Every hardcase knows his gaze means their end That razor mind cuts through their lying faces While his jade blade carves the truth in crimson red [Chorus] They call him death’s own hand, He takes what he demands One cold whisper and you’ll understand, Every card falls by his command. No law alive can draw that fast, PKay’s legend built to last. [Bridge] Round glasses see through every desperate bluff Jade cuts clean when mercy ain't enough PKay's the name they whisper in their fear When the reaper's riding and the end draws near [Chorus] They call him death’s own hand, He takes what he demands One cold whisper and you’ll understand, Every card falls by his command. No law alive can draw that fast, PKay’s legend built to last. [Outro] So when you see that green coat in the lamplight Remember, friend, some legends never die
