The Ruthless

Verse 1

In Alturia’s shadowed cities
Where whispers buy a blade,
A name is carved in midnight steel
That even thieves obeyed.

Not crowned by kings nor blessed by gods
Nor bound by oath or creed—
Yet every road of blood and gold
Still bends to Dragconis.

Chorus

So hush your voice when night grows still
And lanterns flicker low—
For some men walk where shadows rule
And never let it show.

Hero… villain… none can say
What truth his legend hides—
But when the world stands on the brink
Dragconis still decides.

Verse 2

He walked with heroes once, they say,
At Galuf’s ancient Keep—
Where Snare the Valiant split the sky
And Day-ohs’ fire ran deep.

Petros raised a kingdom’s crown,
And Thousand Eyes ran free…
But darker paths were carved in stone
By ruthless Dragconis.

Verse 3

A centaur bound by oath and chain
Once rode beside his stride—
Reimi of the twilight glades
Who would not leave his side.

She fled to courts of Fay-wild once
With child beneath the sky…
Yet still returned to serve the man
No shadow would deny.

Verse 4

They whisper too of darker things
Few bards dare sing aloud—
How Zeal the Chroma Guardian
Once bent beneath his shroud.

A black-winged terror chained to will
Before the final war—
Until that same dark dragon fell
When heroes settled score.

Verse 5

And stranger still the oldest tale
No tablet can recall—
Of one who fought beside him once
Yet left no trace at all.

A friend unnamed by song or scroll
Whose wrath none could defend—
The living blade of vengeance sworn
And Dragconis’ only friend.

Chorus

So hush your voice when night grows still
And lanterns flicker low—
For some men walk where shadows rule
And never let it show.

Hero… villain… none can say
What truth his legend hides—
But when the world stands on the brink
Dragconis still decides.

Verse 7

They whisper he once hunted Snare
When all their wars were done—
What truth lies there none dare to seek
Beneath the setting sun.

For some swear Snare still walks the world
And laughs at fate’s disguise…

While others claim the hunter won
And silence holds the prize.

Final Chorus

So drink your wine and speak his name
But never speak it loud—
For some men rule from hidden thrones
Beyond the law or crowd.

And when the world must face the dark
And all bright banners fall…

There’s one who’ll do what must be done—
No matter cost at all.

Spaghetti western style with mystical ominous atmosphere, male rustic vocal, lute with fiddle and harmonica, magical foreboding dark eerie atmosphere.