dragon
by Ford Mustang
Lyrics
Title: The Weight of the Obsidian
Genre: Dark Americana / Cinematic Rock
Tempo: Heavy, driving beat
(Intro)
(A slow, gritty acoustic guitar riff builds, joined by a mournful fiddle and a deep, thumping drum)
(Verse 1)
A hill in the mist, where the village once stood
A home built of stone and a heart carved of wood
Then the miners came whispering of gold in the deep
In a cave where the ancient and terrible sleep
Kayden took up his pick, left his wife by the door
Not knowing the darkness the mountain had in store
He tripped in the dark as the orange light flared
The shadow of a dragon had the whole valley ensnared.
(Chorus)
This obsidian mask is a crown made of ash
A drifter in a kilt with a lightning-bolt flash
From a WWII iron to a blade made of night
He’s walking the void just to find the old light
Now his grief is a monster made of shadow and smoke
He’s the lie in the contract and every word spoke!
(Verse 2)
He buried the beast under mountains of gold
But the dragon’s last breath left a curse on his soul
Transformed in the fire, he returned to the glade
To find soldiers with crossbows and swords taking the life of his wife
In a flicker of rage, the dragon took hold
And the village was ash before the embers grew cold
Now his daughter is gone, lost to a shadow’s embrace
And the mask of the dragon is fused to his face.
(Chorus)
This obsidian mask is a crown made of ash
A drifter in a kilt with a lightning-bolt flash
From a WWII iron to a blade made of night
He’s walking the void just to find the old light
Now his grief is a monster made of shadow and smoke
He’s the lie in the contract and every word spoke!
(Bridge)
(Music swells—heavy electric guitar and a soaring Phoenix-cry sound)
There’s a King in the sky, feathers orange and blue
Seeking a penance for the evil he knew
He’s the wings for the man who has lost all his pride
As they hunt for the monster with nowhere to hide
Watch the ink on the parchment, watch the deal that he makes
If you fail in your mission, your soul is the price that he'll takes!
(Guitar Solo - Fast, aggressive, blending blues and Japanese scales)
(Outro)
(Slows down to a single acoustic guitar)
He’s a man with no name, just a dragon’s lost roar
Waiting for the day he doesn't have to fight no more.
(The "Dragon Voice" echoes in the background)
No more...
No more...
(Final thud of the drum)