The Horn Of The Gargoyle - Bard Music

Welcome to the Lucky Bard Inn. Take a seat by the fire, let the world slow down for a moment, and enjoy the tale carried by tonight’s song. Stories of distant lands, wandering heroes, forgotten beasts, and songs that travel farther than their singers await you here. If you enjoyed the song, consider subscribing and returning to the inn for future tales. Lyrics are included below for those who wish to follow the story more closely. This channel uses digital tools as part of the creative process, with the goal of bringing atmospheric music and storytelling to life. Thank you for listening, traveler. Lyrics: [Verse 1] Through the pines at crimson dusk Boot prints dark on frozen dust Steel at hip and bow in hand He walked toward the mountain’s stand Crows rose black from jagged stone Wind dragged breath like brittle bone Old tales whispered what they feared Of the cave where the earth’s heart leered [Chorus] There goes the hunter into the hollow Facing the stone-winged king Teeth like chisels Eyes like embers Talons that tear and sting He will not fall in the throat of the mountain He will not break or bend He carves his mark in the ribs of the darkness And walks back out again [Verse 2] At the mouth of the gaping deep Air ran cold and shadows steep Dripping walls and rust-red stain Echoed steps like iron rain On he pressed where torches died Salt and metal in his stride Far below A grinding breath Rolled like boulders Hinting death [Pre-Chorus] Stalactites hung like frozen teeth Stone fangs waiting overhead Every pebble under heel Spoke the names of those long dead [Chorus] There goes the hunter into the hollow Facing the stone-winged king Teeth like chisels Eyes like embers Talons that tear and sting He will not fall in the throat of the mountain He will not break or bend He carves his mark in the ribs of the darkness And walks back out again [Bridge] It rose from a throne of shattered skulls Wings half rock and half old scars Cracks along its granite throat Glowed like buried Bleeding stars (oh) Claws struck sparks from shattered slate Roar shook sand from centuries’ weight Still he stepped within its reach Silent Certain Cold as flint [Verse 3] Blades rang bright on armor hide Splintered stone on every side Dust storm swirling Talons slammed Walls shook with each pounding hand Once it lunged with jagged jaw Met with iron Met with awe When the grinding thunder ceased Crumbled lay the fallen beast [Chorus] There stands the hunter over the hollow Over the stone-winged king Shattered pupils Dimmed out embers Broken and scattering He does not fall in the throat of the mountain He does not break or bend He leaves his mark in the ribs of the darkness And walks back out again [Outro] From its brow he pried one horn Twisted Black And battle-worn Strapped it firm beside his steel Cold and heavy True as will Back through pines at silver dawn Boot prints soft where night had gone Those who speak of talon Claw Name the one whose tread it saw #fantasymusic #tabletoprpg #dnd #tavernmusic #bardmusic