The New World

[instrumental bridge] [Verse] He draws a circle in the sand, Where mountains rise and forests expand. From a single line, a world begins, Rivers meander, the story spins. [Chorus] Builder of worlds, creator of dreams, Weaving tales by moonlight streams. In your hands, the destinies curl, In the heart of the parchment, a new world unfurls. [Verse] With a word, a city's walls rise, In the ink, a hero's journey lies. Every word a spell, every line a fate, In the worldbuilder's hands, worlds await. [instrumental bridge] [Bridge] Turn the page, what will you see? Forests of shadow, or a key? To unlock the myths, the legends of old, In the depths of the ink, the stories told. [Chorus] Builder of worlds, creator of dreams, Weaving tales by moonlight streams. In your hands, the destinies curl, In the heart of the parchment, a new world unfurls. [instrumental outro] [instrumental bridge] [instrumental outro] . . . [end] (image of fantasy globe)