Tibia Anthem (Tropical house)

(Verse 1)
The torch flickered low in the Rookgaard cave,
A rookie sword in hand,a life to save.
From rats and spiders,I learned the rule:
In this harsh,digital world, you are nobody’s fool.
I earned my passage with a heavy sigh,
And watched the mainland's mountains paint the sky.
In Thais's temple,I chose my design,
The Knight's path—to forge this will of mine.

(Verse 2)
My first real armor,a humble leather set,
Against the swamp trolls of Venore,my first rope.
I delivered the postman's letters,one by one,
A simple,human task beneath the twin sun.
Then came the Desert Quest,a trial of sand,
With riddles and mummies across the arid land.
I emerged with a prize,a scar, and a thirst,
Knowing the deeper dungeons would be worse.

(Chorus)
And we marched! Through the rotworm caves of Edron's keep!
Where the shadows move and the nightmares sleep!
And we stood! In the dragons' lair, a blazing light!
Back to back,we prepared for the fight!
For every demon felled,a story we'd tell!
In the glow of the depot,we'd wish them well!
This is the chronicle,the unbroken thread!
Of the living and the pixel-dead!

(Verse 3)
I found my brothers in the heat of the hunt,
Sharing the loot from the front.
We braved the Forbidden Lands,mighty and grim,
Where a Behemoth's roar made the vision swim.
We conquered the Pits of Inferno, a chaotic test,
Earning the right to wear the demons crest.
But the screen holds a danger no monster brings,
It's the calculating mind on silver wings.

(Verse 4)
A dispute over loot,a territorial claim,
A white skull appears,a different game.
Magic Walls sprung fast in the Liberty Bay street,
The clash of blades,the retreat, the defeat.
I've felt the cold peace of a Protection zone,
And the bitter taste of my own loot,gone.
I've rallied for a guild war with a shout,
For a banner I no longer have to doubt.

(Bridge)
The final quest was not of gold,but of grace,
To look a young rookie knight in the face.
To hand him a potion,to point out the way,
On the very same path I had started that day.
I saw my own journey,reflected right there,
In the bright,hopeful screen of his stare.
The battles,the fury, the rush of the fight,
All led to this moment of quiet,clear light.

(Final Chorus - Tempered, Triumphant)
For I marched! From the rotworm caves to the demon's throne!
And I stood! As a legend, fully grown!
I felled every monster,I answered the call!
And now,I have given my all!
So I’ll hang up my bright sword above the hearth's glow,
A final,proud trophy for all men to know.
That the journey finds purpose,and the fighter finds rest,
When a hero is born from the very last test.

(Outro)
So the map has an end,and the story is through,
Every line of the chronicle proven and true.
From the first step in Rookgaard,through glory and strife…
I became more than a player…
I lived a hero's life.

(Fade on the sound of a sword being placed on a rack, and a gentle, closing melody.)


Musical Prompt: "Sunset Bardwave"
Create a serene tropical house track (110 BPM) infused with medieval bardcore elements. Features a warm, steady four-on-the-floor beat, soft bass swells, and sun-drenched synth pads. Layered with acoustic medieval instrumentation: a melodic wooden flute carries the main theme, complemented by plucked lute arpeggios and the deep drone of a hurdy-gurdy. Organic hand percussion (frame drum, shakers) blends with the electronic pulse.

The vocal style is clear, narrative bard singing—smooth, reflective storytelling with a wistful, adventurous tone. The arrangement should feel like a traveler recounting tales at a coastal tavern at dusk: nostalgic, cinematic, and harmoniously balanced between ancient folk and modern chill.