Strings of the Frozen Prince

(Verse 1) Out on the waves, under cursed sails so black, Son of Killfister, with a foul tongue's crack. Dulcimer strummin', hurdy-gurdy's wail, Kept the crew dancin' through storm and gale. But dreams called me landward, to gold and to fame, Left the salt spray behind, chasin' my name. (Chorus) At the crossroads I stood, strings in my hand, A shadow whispered, "Boy, take a stand." Ebony Grail, forged in hell's frozen fire, Play for the prince, feed your desire. One shred for the soul, one axe for the fight, Riches await in the dead of the night. (Verse 2) Buskin' and beggin', no coin in my pouch, Holy man pointed to paths without touch. Played to the emptiness, till a slick tiefling grinned, Dropped me some silver, then the deal was pinned. Woke with this weapon, sharp as sin's blade, Forgotten the bargain, but the music's remade. (Bridge - Instrumental Solo) (Describe in-game: Cliff unleashes a tapping arpeggio that builds to a screaming harmonic, the axe-edge glinting as if Levistus watches.) (Chorus Repeat) At the crossroads I stood... (Outro) Now the world's my stage, but the strings pull tight, Levistus calls in the hush of the night.