Fallen Overlord in a Forgotten Land

Yeah... deal me out.

I'm done playing.

[Bass, Laid-back Syncopation, Vocal Fry]

Red wings folded like a deck of marked-up cards

Spent a century running Hell's most brutal boulevard

Back when I held the chips, ruled an empire of my own

Just a gambling fool who traded freedom for a throne

Drinking bottle after bottle

seeing the world in mottle

Now I'm shaking up the martinis, pouring bottom-shelf regrets

Paying off a lifetime of the worst damn debts.

[Bass, Cynical Delivery]

Alastor snapped his fingers and my soul went up in smoke

A sovereign turned to servant as the radio demon spoke

Locked behind a bar where the sinners come to wail

Trading tales of glory for a cheap and bitter ale

Don't touch the wings, don't ask about the crown

Just another broken fool chained to Alastor's town.

[Building Dynamics, Punchy Diction]

You think you know the game? You haven't seen the stakes

When every single choice you make is just a heart that breaks

They see a grumpy feline with a bottle in his paw

Living by the rules of a rigged-up Hellish law.

[Full Voice, Warm Bass Belt, Soulful Melodrama]

So pour another round for the losers, and baby's in the dust

Where every single promise is a thing you cannot trust

I’m a gambling man in a cage of my own design

Drowning all my history in cheap and awful wine

Yeah, the house always wins, and I’m folding every hand

Just a fallen Overlord in a forgotten land.

[Softer Tone, Conversational, Intimate]

Then there's the spider spinning webs of pain across the floor

Another soul in chains who walks right through my door

We’re both dancing on the strings of monsters we despise

Recognizing venom and poison through the glitter and the lies

Call it empathy or call it just a shared routine

We’re the finest tragic comedy this hotel has ever seen.

[Tempo Shift: Fast Swing, Brassy Belt, Driving Energy]

Maybe redemption’s just a myth for folks like you and me

Maybe hell is just the price of wanting to be free

I lost my wings to vanity, you lost yours to the trade

But tonight we wear our armor from the messes that we made!

Yeah, we made!

[Full Voice, Powerful Belt, Big Brass]

So pour another round for the losers, and baby's in the dust, it's funny now that i realize i'm just a husk

Where every single promise is a thing you cannot trust

I’m a gambling man in a cage of my own design

Drowning all my history in cheap and awful wine

Yeah, the house always wins, and I’m folding every hand

Just a fallen Overlord in a forgotten land. I bet it was planned for me to lose in the end.

[Tempo Slows, Piano Solo, Low Raspy Voice, Fading]

Yeah... deal another hand.

I'm still here. And hand me another beer.

[End]