(D&D Alchemists) The Alchemists Lament

Details
Title | (D&D Alchemists) The Alchemists Lament |
Author | Lenore Le`Music |
Duration | 4:53 |
File Format | MP3 / MP4 |
Original URL | https://youtube.com/watch?v=fnULh9LU0FM |
Description
Song: The Alchemists Lament
(AI) Artist: Bard Man Sam
Lyrics by Lenore Le`Streange in part with ChatGPT v4o
Post productions by Lenore Le`Strange
Art and video by Lenore Le`Strange
Youtube.com/@LenoreLeStrange
Beat and Vocals by Suno AI
https://suno.com/song/f6d82e84-f464-4f2b-a4f7-1215feda13a8
Lyrics-
(intro)
Come closer, my friends, and still your feet,
The fire burns low, the night grows sweet.
I’ll tell you of Tanna, a tale wrapped in pity,
Of powders and tinctures and a changeling so pretty.
A story of exile, a prince and his groom,
A crown passed down, stolen and doom.
(Chorus)
Bubble and brew, the cauldron sings,
Of love and loss and exile’s stings.
With tincture and potions, with poison and oil,
A master of witchcraft, a fate she would boil.
A plan she laid out, to leave no one left,
She dances ‘twixt life and the whisper of death.
(Verse)
With gears and glass, they made their keep,
With clinking flasks and gears they creak.
One forged the steel, the other the brew,
Their bond a thread both strong and true.
But powders bright and liquids thin,
Can twist the fate of blood and kin.
(Chorus)
Bubble and brew, the cauldron sings,
Of love and loss and exile’s stings.
With tincture and potions, with poison and oil,
A master of witchcraft, a fate she would boil.
A plan she laid out, to leave no one left,
She dances ‘twixt life and the whisper of death.
(Verse)
With every flask, her vengeance grows,
In silent halls where no one knows.
A drop of death, a draught of pain,
A hex to bind, for stolen reign.
She dreams of thrones and power undone,
A reckoning wrought ‘neath a rising sun.
(Bridge)
Oh drink the flask, for flesh it heal,
For nothing mends what they steal.
Their plan to banish, hers to kill,
Her poison will fix her only ill.
(Outro)
So raise a cup to those that know,
The witch of the mill, who's brewer glows.
The strings of a master, a crown unseen,
Her vengeance will come, swift and keen.
Goodbye my friends, the night has come,
Drink and be merry, it's poison you chug.
(instrumental)