Fumblecharm

Fumblecharm

celtic-inspired, upbeat, energetic, fiddle, flute, bodhrán drum

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Letras

Fumblecharm



[Verse 1]
In the realm of spells and arcane lore,
There's a mage whose steps are unsure.
Tripping over robes, his hat awry,
But luck's his friend, he'll never die.

[Verse 2]
Through the clash of steel and thunder's roar,
He stumbles forth, his magic soars.
With a clumsy charm, and a crooked smile,
He faces the darkness, all the while.

[Chorus]
Bumbling through the fray, but fate is kind,
In the chaos of battle, peace he'll find.
A battlemage of luck and guile,
In the heat of combat, he'll always smile.

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]
Spells may fizzle, and potions spill,
But his spirit burns, with an iron will.
Tripping over shadows, in the moon's soft glow,
He'll rise again, to face the foe.

[Instrumental interlude]

[Verse 4]
When the dust settles, and the war is won,
His legend lives on, under the sun.
For in his clumsiness, there lies a grace,
A fortunate fate, in every embrace.

[Chorus]
Bumbling through the fray, but fate is kind,
In the chaos of battle, peace he'll find.
A battlemage of luck and guile,
In the heat of combat, he'll always smile.


[Outro]
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