The Sorcerer's Rebellion

Описание: [Heavy piano dynamic shift]

[Verse 1]
He was born with thunder in his throat and stars beneath his skin,
A secret spark that flared where law and fear would never let it in.
They marked the children who could bend the weave and cast them out to roam,
So he learned to hide his hands and keep his heart a rolling stone.

He ran through ruined hamlets, through watchtowers and wintered plains,
A shadow with a lullaby of lightning stitched into his veins.
He bartered for a night’s warm bread, he traded lies for shelter’s door,
And every whispered spell he stole was practice for the war.

[Chorus]
They'll write his name in blackened ink and hang his portrait in the square,
They'll call him monster, tyrant, scourge, a nightmare born of prayer.
But when the smoke has settled and the old bones turn to dust,
He'll stand among the gardens grown from ruin and from trust.

[Verse 2]
He learned the language of the ley, the secret syllables of stone,
He taught the moon to answer him and taught the rivers to atone.
Years like sharpened arrows honed the magic in his palms,
Until the hunted became hunter, and the hunted found his calm.

On a night when constellations bowed and sentinels were thin,
He struck the citadels of law with every oath and sin.
He burned the gilded statutes, he melted iron gates to glass,
He scorched the world to wake the world and let the old illusions pass.

[Chorus]
They'll write his name in blackened ink and hang his portrait in the square,
They'll call him monster, tyrant, scourge, a nightmare born of prayer.
But when the smoke has settled and the old bones turn to dust,
He'll stand among the gardens grown from ruin and from trust.

[Verse 3]
He did not revel in the flames; he used them like a plow,
Turning ash to fertile soil beneath a sky that learned to bow.
He raised new cities from the cinders with a latticework of light,
He braided spells into the streets and taught the blind to sight.

He healed the poisoned rivers with a chant that tasted like rain,
He wove a law of living things that could not be writ in pain.
Where once the magistrates had ruled with iron, fear, and chain,
Now children ran with open hands and elders spoke his name in shame.

[Bridge]
History will sharpen knives and carve his story into stone,
They'll hang his crimes in lantern light and never see the bone.
But in the hush between the bells, in every hearth and seed,
He knows the truth: the world he made was born of desperate need.

[Final Chorus]
So write him down as villain, let the minstrels curse his face,
Let scholars argue morals while the gardens take their place.
For every tyrant's epitaph, for every ledger's scorn,
There blooms a tree he planted where the old world was reborn.

[Coda]
When centuries have folded like a map into the sea,
When children ask of legends, they'll ask what price is free.
He'll be a shadow in their stories, a warning and a song—
But he will keep his secret smile: he did what must be done.

Lyrics written by me.
Music composition by AI.
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