BTW, One of my favorite songs so far
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♪ Verse 1
“Brothers, sisters, comrades all,
We answer to no king or hall!
The fat lords feast while peasants starve
So we take what’s ours… and then some more!”
♪ Chorus
We’re the Crimson Thread, we’re the Crimson Thread!
Every copper you earned, we’ll take instead!
We rob and we pillage, we plunder each village,
For the good of the people — or so we have said!
♪ Verse 2 (Assassin)
I slit a throat in Ember’s Reach,
I poisoned half a duke’s estate,
But don’t you fret, don’t call it sin,
I’m redistributing fate!
♪ Verse 3 (Slaver)
We offer jobs to all the poor!
The hours are long, the pay is… none.
But everyone’s equal on our crews,
Equally under our thumb!
♪ Chorus
We’re the Crimson Thread, we’re the Crimson Thread!
We sell poison and poppy and nightshade and dread!
We’re thieves and we’re liars, arsonists, town-criers,
But it’s all for the community — at least that’s what we’ve pled!
♪ Verse 4 (Pirate Captain)
I burned a ship off Gallows Bay,
I stole its silk and stole its grain,
The merchants had too much, you see,
Now no one has it! Fair for all, don’t you agree?
♪ Verse 5 (Alchemist)
My purple dust will cloud your mind,
My moondrip makes the world feel kind,
The people need an escape, my friend,
From the system I help to upend!
♪ Bridge
The crown hoards gold! The guilds hoard land!
The temple hoards the gods’ own hand!
So we hoard… well… everything we can—
BUT AT LEAST WE FEEL BAD ABOUT IT, MAN!
“Do we though?”
“SHUT UP, Gerald.”
♪ Chorus
We’re the Crimson Thread, we’re the Crimson Thread!
We’d sell our own mothers for a loaf of brown bread!
We raid and we racket, if it moves then we jack it,
We’re wicked, we’re dreadful, delightfully fearful,
We’ll stab you and rob you and then give a tearful
Speech about justice and workers and rights—
Then steal your boots in the cold of the night!
♪ Outro
“Someday, comrades… someday the world will be free.
But until that day,”
THE CRIMSON THREAD PROVIDES… FOR ME!
(Raucous laughter. Curtain falls. Someone’s wallet is missing.)
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