Lyrics
[Verse 1]
In whispers of green, 'neath a canopy's shroud,
A band of adventurers, brave, bold and proud.
Through vines they did weave, their hearts set ablaze, By the sight of a village, in the jungle's deep haze.
[Chorus 1]
Oh, in the jungle's embrace, where the silent ones tread,
Lies a secret so dark, it fills hearts with dread.
The village may dance, may sing under the moon,
But the puppeteer's strings play a sinister tune.
In the shadows it weaves, through the fabric of night,
With each pull of a string, it commands from above,
Guiding the fate of the village with hands sheathed in gloves.
With caution in heart, through the underbrush they tread,
On a dubious quest, by veiled whispers led.
Deeper into the jungle, where secrets sleep in stone,
They come upon ruins, reclaimed by vines overgrown.
Ancient walls whisper tales, of glory long past,
As the adventurers wonder, how such splendor didn't last.
With each step they take, history's breath grows near,
In the ruins' silent majesty, they confront their deepest fear.
[Verse]
Then from the shadows it stirred, a form vast and dire,
An ogre stood forth, eyes alight with old fire.
With swords drawn high and shields at the ready,
The adventurers braced, their arms held steady.
But as the ogre approached, through the underbrush's screen,
They found not a foe, but a figure serene.
[Chorus]
His hands were empty, no weapon did he wield,
In the clearing of battle, it was friendship he revealed.
With a laugh that echoed, through the trees' grand hall,
[Outro]
The ogre stood as an ally, the greatest surprise of all.
