Warbringer’s Reckoning

(claaaang) (claaaang) Forged in a quiet room,

steel and plate

Unfinished chest, an unsealed fate The tyrant's men broke through the door

Dragged the maker to the floor

Unfinished hands

seized twin steel mauls

To break the tyrant's castle walls

They call him Warbringer,

marching alone

Heavy iron on a path of stone

(march,

march) Toppling thrones, searching the dark Bearing the maker's unfinished mark He

hits like a truck,

he breaks the chain But deep inside lies a silent pain

Sold to the slave trade,

kingdom to kingdom He hunts the masters,

denying their freedom Now deep in the Underdark,

taking the jobs Trading his violence to clear out the mobs Scrounging

for silver and whispers of trade

To find the hands where his armor was made

But deep in his brain-pan,

something is wrong

A cold slimy worm

singing its song (skrrt,

click) Mind flayer venom,

a parasite's crawl Changing the giant who stood through it all Changing

the metal, twisting the wire Burning inside like an alien fire

Will you recognize me,

maker of mine?

When we finally meet at the end of the line?

Or will you fear

what your creation became? (shhhhh)