Lyrics

Through the misty meadows, where legends come alive,
The summoner stood steadfast, his magic to revive,
His voice a gentle whisper, yet a force the world could feel,
He sang of ancient battles and wounds that time couldn't heal.
(mmmmmh)
(the summoner's last spell)
His guitar strummed with longing, as the moon began to rise,
A haunting invocation, that echoed through the skies.
(Chorus)
Oh, hear the tale of the summoner's last spell,
A melancholic anthem, where sorrow softly dwells,
In the depths of the night, where legends intertwine,
He weaves his incantation, a melody divine.
(Outro)
And so the summoner's song, like whispers in the breeze,
Fades into the ether, carried by the trees,
But his memory lives on, in the hearts of all who hear,
The summoner's final spell, forever crystal clear.