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Half Elf Run

Dungeons and Dragons inspired song, our Bard sings to his pupil about the half-elven race! Music made by Suno AI . Website : https://suno.com/ Video made in: https://vizzy.io Project by:Rashan Lyrics: Boots hit stone. Lute tight-strung. Market breath held. I begin. Moon-split clouds above the roofs; rain like nails on tin. I saw a half-elf slip the nets where temple hunters grin. Ash in the braid, quicksilver stride, green vein at the wrist— I tuned my wire to hunting pace; the night bared broken teeth. Pulse to palm, strike to stride—let rumor choke on dust. Steel can miss; a rhythm won’t. I drive my song like trust. Run with the half-elf, light over gutter, Leap where the frightened never dare. Blood is a rumor; deeds are the measure— Beat out the lie in open air. Roots in two forests, one road under— Judge by the tracks we choose to lay. I sing like thunder, blades as blunder— No evil born; we carve our way. Guild knives flashed in alleys thin; sigils bled cold blue. They hunted mixed-bloods for a tithe—old law, rotten, cruel. I bent a chord into a snare; their courage tripped and fell. The half-elf vaulted lantern-hooks; I rang the warning bell. Down in the tannery’s smoke and brine we found the shuttered door, A child marked “lesser” in the ledgers, priced like grain and war. I cut the locks with scraping notes; he cut the ropes with steel— Two tempos met: my clattering beat, his dancer’s silver heel. Pulse to palm, strike to stride—let rumor choke on dust. Steel can miss; a rhythm won’t. I drive my song like trust. Run with the half-elf, light over gutter, Leap where the frightened never dare. Blood is a rumor; deeds are the measure— Beat out the lie in open air. Roots in two forests, one road under— Judge by the tracks we choose to lay. I sing like thunder, blades as blunder— No evil born; we carve our way. CLAP—STAMP—CLAP—STAMP—break the chain lore. Name beats fear on the market floor. CLAP—STAMP—CLAP—STAMP—count to four. Truth keeps time; add two, make war. Roofline sprint through chimney ash, crossbow hiss and spit. He took the long gap, wind-drunk clean; I bridged the rest with grit. We planted time bombs in their ranks—syncopated dread; Every downbeat stole a step; their captain tripped and bled. Bridge of iron, river black, banners oiled with lies. They called his blood a lesser thread; I measured them and sliced. He bowed to balance, I to noise; we met in strike and breath— Twin crafts aligned: a blade and song that argued back at death. Oh—oh—ah—ah—boots and thunder— Oh—oh—ah—ah—break them under. Oh—oh—ah—ah—keep the count— Four—two—one—surge and mount. If they weigh worth in blood, I weigh it in roads. If they preach fear, I answer in odes. Run with the half-elf, light over gutter, Leap where the frightened never dare. Blood is a rumor; deeds are the measure— Beat out the lie in open air. Roots in two forests, one road under— Judge by the tracks we choose to lay. Here is the lesson—stamped like thunder: No evil born; we carve our way. Market exhales. Lute sleeps warm. Remember the stomp when winter comes. #HalfElfRun #TheMastersTale #Bardcore #MedievalFolk #DarkFolk #HurdyGurdy #Lute #FantasyMusic #DnDMusic #RPGMusic #EpicNarrative #TavernMusic #AdventureSong #MedievalFantasy #StorytellingSong