(Intro: Deep, resonant tribal drums fade in, mixed with a modern, heavy 808 beat. A haunting, ethereal synth hums in the background, punctuated by subtle "whispering" mana sounds. A voice, calm and confident, begins.) Yeah. They talk about legends. They talk about kings. But there's only one. And he stands... ten toes down. Verse 1 From the Malphur tribe, where the magic runs deep, Ink on my skin, ancestral secrets I keep. Bones of the hunted, from the swamps and the trees, A childhood earned, now I bring 'em to their knees. They call me Waka, hear the name, understand? Greatest summoner ever, across this whole damn land. Tens of thousands packed the seats, just to catch a glimpse, Never failed to entertain, that's just how the rhythm rips. Pre-Chorus I walk the arena, with a presence so grand, Stun the whole crowd, right out of their hand. Draw out the battle, make 'em think I might lose, Then flip the whole script, ain't no way to refuse. Resounding victory, the people went wild, Then I'd walk among 'em, like their favorite child. Handin' out my winnings, to the poor and the weak, Then one summer's day... vanished, without a peep. Chorus But the name still echoes, the legend still rings, Waka Malphur, the power he brings. Standing ten toes down, unwavering, true, The best in the game, know what I gotta do. Riklauniman, they scream the name, Best shot in the game, hitting the mark is my claim to fame! I inspire others, to seize the moment, make a stand, Dual attack, so equipped, the strongest in the land! Verse 2 Silver wisps snakin', from my arms, tinged blue, Mana made manifest, two blades cuttin' through. Spirit swords whisperin', slicing up the air, Droppin' to a stance, ain't no time to spare. Cutting devastating fractures, through the fabric of life, Soldiers fallin' like wheat, cut down by the knife. Some clutchin' real wounds, blood sprayin' in the haze, Others writhe in agony, bodies in a corrosive daze. Pre-Chorus Corrupt mana contagion, eatin' at their soul, And as I'm movin', I'm in complete control. More deadly mana flowin', from the mouths of the twin skulls, On my medallion, addin' to the mayhem, as the terror dulls. Yeah, they wondered where I went, the whispers never ceased, But a king's gotta move, where the chaos is unleashed. Chorus But the name still echoes, the legend still rings, Waka Malphur, the power he brings. Standing ten toes down, unwavering, true, The best in the game, know what I gotta do. Riklauniman, they scream the name, Best shot in the game, hitting the mark is my claim to fame! I inspire others, to seize the moment, make a stand, Dual attack, so equipped, the strongest in the land! (Bridge: Beat gets harder, more aggressive. The synth becomes more dominant, slightly dissonant, reflecting the chaos wrought by the mana blades. Vocal becomes more intense, almost a growl.) They see the power, they see the might, But they don't see the purpose, in the dark of the night. This ain't for the glory, ain't for the fame, It's for the oppressed, screamin' out my name. The fabric of life, I fracture and tear, 'Til the balance is shifted, ain't no time to spare! (Outro: Beat becomes very heavy and sparse, with powerful, sustained 808 hits. The sound of mana blades cutting through air, followed by distant, fading screams. A final, deep, resonating bass thud.) Yeah. Waka. Ten toes down. Forever.
