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SCALEBOUND SENTINEL

[Verse I] In the hollow of the elder tree, he sleeps beneath the moss, A belly round as river stones, a staff of tangled frost. The forest whispers urgently, “Awaken, ancient scale— The orcs are marching iron‑clad, they’re burning through the vale.” He groans like thunder waking, stretching claws and cracking spine, Muttering, “Why must doom arrive before my nap time every time?” But roots coil round his ankles, lifting him onto his feet, The forest chose its champion — reluctant, slow, but deep. [Pre‑Chorus] He may be sluggish, he may be tired, But in his chest a storm’s inspired. The grove remembers every vow— And calls upon its druid now. [Chorus] Rise, Scalebound Sentinel, guardian of the green! Let the lazy lizard wake the fury in between. Vines will lash and thunder crash where your heavy footsteps fall— For even the slowest druid answers when the wild gives the call. [Verse II] The orcs come like a tidal wave, with axes raised to strike, But he waddles to the treeline with a yawn that shakes the pikes. He scratches at his belly scales, then plants his staff in loam— And every beast for miles around knows their forest’s come to roam. A swarm of briars spirals up, a serpent made of thorns, A tidal surge of swamp‑green wrath from lands where he was born. The orcs laugh at his sluggish stance—until the earth splits wide, And roots like ancient serpents drag their warbands deep inside. [Pre‑Chorus] He may be lazy, he may be slow, But when the wild begins to glow, His power floods the forest floor— A tidal wave of primal roar. [Chorus] Rise, Scalebound Sentinel, guardian of the green! Let the lazy lizard wake the fury in between. Vines will lash and thunder crash where your heavy footsteps fall— For even the slowest druid answers when the wild gives the call. [Bridge] He grins a toothy, sleepy grin, As storms ignite his scaly skin. “Let’s finish this,” he mutters low, “I’ve got a nap I need, you know.” The canopy becomes a crown, The forest kneels, the orcs bow down. A final roar, a quake, a blast— And silence claims the field at last. [Final Chorus] Rise, Scalebound Sentinel, hero of the green! The laziest protector this wild world’s ever seen. When darkness comes to claim the land, he’ll answer nature’s call— Then curl back up beneath his tree, the mightiest sleeper of them all.