["Final Chorus"]
Come gather close, good folk, tonight, And hear a tale beneath starlights,
Of silver fur and golden flame, And Kazuro Starbound was his name.
A fox was born beneath the skies, With ancient stars within his eyes,
The heavens whispered soft and clear, Your final road is written here.
Oh, sing of Kazuro Starbound, Who walked where fate was tightly wound,
He knew the hour, knew the day, Yet never once did turn away.
With a laughing heart and fearless smile, He walked the final destined mile,
And when death came to claim his due, He smiled and said,
I welcome you!
From childhood days the foxling knew, The dreams he saw would all come true,
The stars revealed what lay ahead, The place he'd fall, the blood he'd shed,
Yet still he danced and still he laughed, Still shared his cup and raised his glass,
For though his ending had a name, He chose to meet it just the same.
Oh, sing of Kazuro Starbound, Who walked where fate was tightly wound,
He knew the hour, knew the day, Yet never once did turn away.
With a laughing heart and fearless smile, He walked the final destined mile,
And when death came to claim his due, He smiled and said,
I welcome you!
Beneath the city dark and deep, Where ancient horrors do not sleep,
His comrade stood in battle's fire, Against a lich and spirit's dire,
Steel was broken, hope was thin, And death itself had settled in,
Yet Kazuro raised his hand and cried, Not one of them shall fall tonight.
The wounds that should have claimed their lives, The cursed blades and poisoned knives,
The shattered bone, the burning scar, Were drawn instead to Starbound's heart,
Each cut they earned became his own, Each cry of pain became his burden,
While friend by friend stood strong and free, He paid the cost willingly.
Oh, sing of Kazuro Starbound, Who walked where fate was tightly wound,
He knew the hour, knew the day, Yet never once did turn away.
With a laughing heart and fearless smile, He walked the final destined mile,
And when death came to claim his due, He smiled and said,
I welcome you!
The battle raged, the darkness screamed, The stars above grew faint and dim,
Yet still the kitsnown held the line, As mortal blood mixed with divine,
The blows grew heavier with each breath, The cost drew ever close to death,
Yet not once did the fox retreat, Nor yield an inch beneath his feet.
And when at last the victory came, And fell the foe in fire and flame,
His friends stood whole where they should not, Alive because he bore the cost,
The stars he'd followed all his life, Had led him to that final fight,
And there beneath the fading sky, The fox was free at last to die.
So sing of Kazuro Starbound, Whose fate and courage both renowned,
He knew the hour, knew the day, Yet never once did turn away.
No fear was found within his eyes, No sorrow met his last goodbye,
He faced the end both proud and true, And smiled as starlight carried through.
Now travelers raise a cup on high, Whenever silver stars fill skies,
For somewhere past the moonlit sea, The starbound fox still watches free,
And should your road grow dark with dread, Remember then the words he said,
A life is not measured by its end, But by those you save before it does.
