Four Riders come Huntin

Описание: [Intro – slow acoustic picking, then kick drum sneaks in]
[Verse 1 – laid-back country drawl]
Under the shattered stone where the shadows crawl deep,
Four riders come huntin' what the dark won't keep.
Valymo leads, with scars like a map,
Veins runnin' black, chasin' fragments in the trap.
Ronan's thunder rolls, cleric of the storm,
Hammer swings heavy, callin' lightning to form.
Mist pads silent, druid with claws in the dirt,
Whispers to roots that twist 'round the hurt.
Tylona grins wide, warlock in the night,
patron older than dust, evil as a devil's bite
Unbeknownst to him, it's secrets he serves,
A one-eyed whisper that twists every nerve.

[Verse 2 - drums kick a little harder, slide guitar cries]
Chapter six hits like a boot to the gut,
Back from the goblin's lair, map in the rut.
Phandalin's callin', but the town's gone wrong,
Mutated weeds chokin' the path we ride along.
Three shards to snag from the Underdark's maw,
Temple of Dumathoin, crypts where the dead gnaw.
Race 'gainst the flayers, their cult on the prowl,
Valymo's blade drips, cuttin' through the foul.
Ronan cracks thunder, blasts grimlocks to bone,
[Verse 3 - drums kick a little harder, slide guitar cries]
Mist calls the vines, turns stone into throne.
Tylona bargains shadows, eyes gleamin' sly,
But the voice in his head hides a lich's cold lie—
Secrets of the grave, hand and eye unseen,
Weavin' through the weave like a nightmare dream.

[Bridge – tempo drops, then explodes into half-spoken, half-sung country with attitude]
Down in the crypt, Talhund's bones lay still,
Minecart hidin' treasure, but the air's got a chill.
Spikes claim a fool, spikes claim our kin,
Bloodhunter bleeds first, lets the hunt begin.
Druid's fur bristles, senses the rift comin' near,
Warlock's pact hums low, fillin' him with fear.
Cleric's storm brews, dwarven roar shakes the hall,
Fragments in hand, but the darkness calls all.
Phandalin's rifts yawn wide in chapter seven's haze,
Reality crackin' like a bottle in blaze.
Aberrations slither from the Far Realm's gate,
Cultists transform folk, sealin' their fate.
[Chorus 3]
Valymo hunts the changed, blood ritual sharp,
Cuts down the twisted with a hunter's dark harp.
Ronan calls tempests, lightning forks the sky,
Washin' away horrors that refuse to die.
Mist shifts to beast, tabaxi rage in the fray,
Roots bind the rifts, hold the madness at bay.
Tylona blasts eldritch, chains from the void,
But his patron laughs quiet, secrets deployed
Vecna's echo lingers in the warlock's spell,
Ancient as time, draggin' souls straight to hell.
Shards reassemble, obelisk starts to hum,
But the weave's got holes where the whispers come from.

[Outro – solo acoustic again, soft]
Phandalin's saved? Nah, just delayed the end,
Four broken souls ridin' into the bend.
Gritty roads ahead, with thunder and blood,
Secrets in the saddle, waitin' for the flood.