The Ballad of the Table

(Verse 1)
When the battle ends and the torches dim,
And laughter fades into memory's hymn,
We gather close by the firelight's glow,
To share the tales only heroes know.

Every scar, a story told,
Of dungeons deep and treasures bold.
But what we hold, beyond the gold—
Are the bonds that time can’t ever fold.

(Chorus)
🎲 These are the echoes between the dice,
Moments of magic, silent and nice.
In every glance, in every smile,
We find the heart that makes it worthwhile.
No map can mark, no spell can trace—
The warmth we find in this sacred space.

(Verse 2)
A whisper passed from bard to knight,
Of jokes we told through endless night.
The games we played, the roles we wore,
And the lives we lived in legend’s lore.

We may forget the rolls we made,
But not the friends who chose to stay.
In fantasy, we found our truth—
The kind that lives in flame and youth.

(Bridge)
So let the world fall quiet and far,
Tonight we’re safe just where we are.
No need for quests, no need for might,
Just voices soft beneath starlight.

(Final Chorus)
🎲 These are the echoes between the dice,
A gentle hush, a dream precise.
In stories shared, we heal, we mend,
And find the magic that doesn't end.
The game goes on, the flame still burns—
And to this table, we return.

(Outro)
So roll again, with hearts sincere—
For every end brings us back here.

Epic Power Metal / Gothic Metal Ballad