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Dragon Song | They Kept Hunting | DND NPC Music

A Dragon's confession about being hunted for glory. They climbed the mountain with banners and steel, swearing their cause was just—but the dragon only wanted to be left alone. Every sword needs a sin, every hero needs a beast to slay. So they called it monster, and the dragon burned to end their game. 🎵 THE CONFESSION: The Dragon begged them to turn back, but heroes need a tomb of stone. Their glory needs its suffering. Each generation climbs the mountain, repeating the same quest their fathers died for. The dragon roars not for pride, but for the ache—trapped in a role it never chose. They made the monster. Now they face what they created. ⚔️ PERFECT FOR: D&D campaigns exploring moral complexity Dragon encounters with deeper backstory Players questioning "murder hobo" behavior Anyone who's been the villain in someone else's story 🎵 LISTEN ON SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/artist/38ytM... What character confession should I write next? 🔔 New D&D songs every 4-7 days Subscribe: @MedievalConfessions Lyrics & Concept: Medieval Confessions Music Production: Suno AI Artwork: Leonardo AI #DnD #Dragon #DnDMusic #NPCMusic #FantasyMusic 🎲 LYRICS: They come with banners, songs, and steel, Their courage loud, their mercy sealed. I watched them climb my mountain’s bone, I only wished to be alone. But every sword must find a sin, And every tale must crown who wins. So they called me beast, they called me flame, They built their thrones upon my name. I never sought their gold or fame— I only burned to end their game. Their armor gleamed, their prayers rang true, They swore the world was theirs to hew. I begged them once, “Turn back, go home,” But heroes need a tomb of stone. Each lance they raise, I feel the sting, Their glory needs my suffering. So they called me wrath, they called me wrong, They made my silence prove them strong. And every death became their song— The proof I’d been a beast all along. I’ve seen their sons repeat the quest, They come to die like all the rest. And when I roar, the heavens shake— Not for pride, but for the ache. I never wanted crown or creed, Just peace where no one came to bleed. Yet still they climb, they always do— The dragon lives because they need it to.