The White Wolf's Song

An Epic of Elric of Melniboné

Verse 1

Last of his race, heir to a dying throne

Elric, White Wolf, albino prince alone

In Melniboné, city of dreaming spires

An empire rotting, consumed by ancient fires

Verse 2

He seeks the power to set his people free

A kingdom built on chaos and sorcery

To save his land, he calls upon the night

Arioch answers with forbidden might

Pre-Chorus

He draws a blade from the depths below

A blackened steel, with a soul-stealing glow

Stormbringer sings, Elric takes command

The fate of worlds now lies in his hand

Chorus

Stormbringer! Sing the song of the damned

Blood of kings upon your hand

Stormbringer! Souls are yours to claim

The world will never be the same

White Wolf rising, kingdoms fall

One last emperor against them all

Through Law and Chaos, fire and thunder

The fate of worlds lies in Stormbringer

Verse 3

Betrayed by kin, he brings his city down

The Dreaming City burns beneath his crown

Cymoril's love, a wound that never heals

He sails away from all he used to feel

Verse 4

In different lives, across distant shores

He fights the wars of gods in myriad forms

A thousand worlds, different names, one soul

The Champion's fate, beyond mortal control

Pre-Chorus

From the depths where ancient shadows sleep

A blackened blade began to speak

Chorus

Stormbringer! Sing the song of the damned

Blood of kings upon your hand

Stormbringer! Souls are yours to claim

The world will never be the same

White Wolf rising, kingdoms fall

One last emperor against them all

Through Law and Chaos, fire and thunder

The fate of worlds lies in Stormbringer

Verse 5

Two black swords, two brothers of the night

One kills for life, the other kills for spite

Mournblade's thirst, Stormbringer's deadly call

The last alliance falls, they've come to end it all

Verse 6

The heavens split, the oceans rise and burn

The gods themselves to dust shall soon return

No crown to wear, no throne, no empire's stand

The last of worlds lies cold beneath his hand

Pre-Chorus

From the depths where ancient shadows sleep

A blackened blade began to speak

Chorus

Stormbringer! Sing the song of the damned

The last of worlds beneath your hand

Stormbringer! Drink the final flame

Nothing living will remain

White Wolf falling, heavens torn

From ancient darkness, worlds are born

Through Law and Chaos, death and thunder

The world has fallen to Stormbringer