We Made It Out Alive | Tales and stories

Upbeat bardic folk rock — rowdy, triumphant, and full of heart. A tavern anthem for every party that crawled through the dark and lived to sing about it. 🍻 We Made It Out Alive Rusty blades, a tripped rune, a sneezing chest with teeth, and a rope that really should not have been cut — this is the song of a party that survived a dungeon by sheer luck, stubbornness, and a bard who would not stop singing. They lost the map. They lost their pride. They did not lose each other. Because heroes aren't golden-born — they crawl through the dust, they bleed, they rise, and they steal back the dawn. Raise your blades, raise your light, and raise a cup: we made it out alive. A Sunday bard's tale from The Arcane Minstrel. 🖤 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ LYRICS ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [Verse 1] We stepped below where the daylight died, With rusty blades and fear inside, The stone doors groaned like hungry jaws, And swallowed fools with noble cause. The torches shook, the stairway cracked, The rogue said, "Friends, I've got our backs," Then tripped a rune, the ceiling screamed, And half the hall became a dream. The wizard cursed, the fighter swore, The cleric kicked a mimic door, I laughed so hard I nearly cried, Then sang our courage back to life. [Pre-Chorus] Through poison mist and bones that walked, Through walls that whispered when they talked, We lost our map, we lost our pride, But not the fire we kept inside. [Chorus] Raise your blades, raise your light, We made it out alive. Through the dark, through the bite, Through the jaws of midnight. Sing it loud, let the rafters shake, We bent but we did not break. Gold in our hands, scars in our eyes, By gods and fools, we made it out alive. [Verse 2] The second floor had spiders tall, With too many eyes and none at all, The ranger aimed, the arrow flew, Then hit the rope that held me too. I swung above an endless pit, Still playing chords and throwing wit, The dwarf yelled, "Bard, this isn't art!" I said, "It is if I survive this part!" We found a chest with jewels inside, The rogue approached with careful pride, It sneezed, grew teeth, and tried to flee, So now its tongue belongs to me. [Pre-Chorus] Through cursed old gold and laughing stone, Through every trap the dead had known, We bled, we burned, we lost our way, But dawn was still a song away. [Chorus] Raise your blades, raise your light, We made it out alive. Through the dark, through the bite, Through the jaws of midnight. Sing it loud, let the rafters shake, We bent but we did not break. Gold in our hands, scars in our eyes, By gods and fools, we made it out alive. [Bridge] Then deep below the final gate, We met the thing that swallowed fate, A crown of horns, a voice of flame, It laughed and called us each by name. The fighter stood when hope was thin, The cleric raised the dawn within, The rogue struck fast, the wizard burned, The ranger's final arrow turned. And I, with blood upon my strings, Sang louder than forgotten kings, One final note, one blazing cry, And stars came falling from the sky. [Breakdown] Oh, we were tired, Oh, we were torn, But heroes are not golden-born. They crawl through dust, They bleed, they rise, They curse the dark and steal the prize. [Final Chorus] Raise your blades, raise your light, We made it out alive. Through the dark, through the bite, Through the jaws of midnight. Sing it loud, let the rafters shake, We bent but we did not break. Gold in our hands, scars in our eyes, By gods and fools, we made it out alive. [Outro] So mark these scars and pour the wine, We robbed the dark and stole back time. If death wants names, let death arrive, We'll laugh and sing — we made it out alive. #fantasyrock #bardcore #dndmusic