Song of Marek, the Gypsy’s Sword

Verse 1–The Legend Begins
“Oh, gather in close, let the tale now be told,
Of Marek, the Gypsy’s Sword, fearless and bold.
No banner he follows, no oath does he keep,
His name is a shadow where brave men now sleep.”

Chorus
“Our song is of Marek, the Gypsy’s Sword,
He kneels to no master; he serves no lord.
Two blades he carries, swift, sharp, and true.
Step in his circle; he’s waiting for you.
Few leave his circle, and fewer still stand.
Your fate will be written in Marek’s hand.”

Verse 2–The Duelist’s Call
“The lords send their champions, the bold seek his fame,
Each dreaming of glory, each leaving in shame.
For swift are his strikes and precise is his art,
He’ll cut through your courage and silence your heart.”

Chorus (repeat)
“Our song is of Marek, the Gypsy’s Sword,
He kneels to no master; he serves no lord.
Two blades he carries, swift, sharp, and true.
Step in his circle; he’s waiting for you.
Few leave his circle, and fewer still stand.
Your fate will be written in Marek’s hand.”

Verse 3–The Warning
“So drink deep, young warrior, and boast if you must,
But steel turns to sorrow, and pride turns to dust.
For Marek awaits where the firelight dies,
And none who confront him can meet his dark eyes.”

Final Chorus
“Our song is of Marek, the Gypsy’s Sword,
He kneels to no master; he serves no lord.
Two blades he carries, swift, sharp, and true.
Step in his circle; he’s waiting for you.
Few leave his circle, and fewer still stand.
Your fate will be written in Marek’s hand.”