Roll of the Icosahedron

INTRO (Spoken over low music)
Gather, heroes, round the flame,  
The dice are cast, the world’s a game.  
One roll to rule the tide of fate—  
Now draw your steel… before it’s too late.
VERSE 1
In halls where shadows twist and turn,  
The call to quest begins to burn.  
A rogue, a knight, a mage, a song,  
Together brave, together strong.
CHORUS
O mighty twenty-sided die,  
You lift us up, you let us fly.  
Through dungeon dark and dragon’s den,  
We roll, we rise, we roll again!  
No gods, no kings, no cursed throne—  
We answer to the die alone!  
With fate in hand and hearts of stone—  
We roll… the Icosahedron!
VERSE 2
The cleric’s light begins to fade,  
The warlock cries in deals they made.  
A single roll to save the day—  
The die decides who walks away.
BRIDGE (Builds with intensity)
Crit or curse, fate spins its thread,  
One more chance to raise the dead.  
Breathe it in—the roll begins…  
Will we fall or will we win?
CHORUS (repeat with power)
O mighty twenty-sided die,  
You lift us up, you let us fly.  
From ruined tombs to heaven’s gate,  
You shape the soul, you forge our fate!  
We laugh, we cry, we stand as one—  
Until the final roll is done!  
So cast the stone, and let it spin—  
We roll… the Icosahedron!
OUTRO (Spoken or softly sung)
When stories fade and lights grow dim,  
The die remains—it speaks within.  
And in its roll, we find our kin…  
The Icosahedron rolls again.

Metal mid-evil