Arcane Legacy
Erstellt von Generic Knight mit Udio AI
Lyrics
As others battle, in clamor loud My magic surges, in parchment shroud" His spirit yearns, not for the steel: Words are his power, his ideal In the alcove dim (the study, the space) KhaBrumahk finds, his quiet place Among the dust, where secrets thrive His lore-lit eyes, become alive Leather-bound worlds, they call his name Where he's a hero, in the story's frame The ink, it flows, from deep desire: Narratives burn like ancient fire Ay, in the realm (the realm), KhaBrumahk's name He'd rather spin lore, eschew the fame In towers high with scrolls amassed Seekin' arcana that will ever last He penned, "Dear magic, you hold my soul, with arcane words, I'm on a roll And if I'm the mage, the truth unfolds The only spells I toss are for minds to hold" The grimoire's seal, broke days thereafter: Knowledge empowered Ay, in his chapter He lingers on, in his own way See KhaBrumahk (KhaBrumahk), alone he stays In the silent hall, where the candle sways Enchants the air, with whispers bold A tale-spinner weaving stories untold He chants, "My power lies in the tome's embrace In scripted runes, my heart finds its place And though I'm small, my dreams soar free The deepest lore, the key to what I be" The words he weaves, cast shadows broad: Might invisible As he nods in accord Through halls of stone (the deep, the deep) Where echoes ring, and the ancients sleep KhaBrumahk scribed, in a trance so grave Unveiling runes from beneath the stave With quill in hand, he etched his creed, “Through mystic tales, I find my deed Not born for war, nor gold, nor fame But for the sagas that bear my name” And by the hearth, wordsmith unbound: Scrolls became his battleground Ay, KhaBrumahk (KhaBrumahk), the scribe esteemed
