Lyrics for Jill's Song
We fell like leaves from the sycamore trees
We fell in our streets and our homes
We wasted away by night and by day
With boils and decay in our bones
And I wept and I cursed the day I was born
As I felt it take hold within me
Oh my love would you love me, my heart still so true
Or my pestilent face would you flee?
We cried out for Divine Intervention
We reached skyward for Fortune on High
We screamed from the pain and from sorrow so deep
Divine Fortune answered our cry
I felt the cool hand of a clerical man
And looked up to an aspect divine
I felt the pain rise and pour out through my tears
And knew relief sweet as wine
I asked for the name of this saviour of mine
And he gathered his comrades around
"We are Divine Fortune," he said, "And we vow
that the source of this plague shall be found"
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And they searched hard and deep through the streets and below
And discovered at long last a deep well
Where the poison that flowed in my blood and in yours
Had been poured by the legions of hell
'Twas the Cult of the Reaver, Garagos the foul
Once again brought to bear on Westgate
All his cunning and evil and bloodthirsty lust
Fused with vile and sinuous hate
Would you show your face 'gainst the legions of plague
When the face that you show rots away?
Divine Fortune ploughed onward with courage and strength
And located the nest of decay
And within were such creatures to curdle your blood
Writhing pits of becursed Meazle-men
Fast and treach'rously sly, bloody jaws opened wide
They burst forth like great rats from their den
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First was Dwertern the Stumpy, the Braided, the Dwarf
And he hewed the great hoard with his axe
Meazles swarming and hissing, and raking at flesh
could not bring about his collapse
And Celerion, fiery Monk of Kossuth
swirled in close, fleet of foot, swift of fist
fearing not the disease that brought us to our knees
he struck as they helplessly missed
But more ghastly fiends rose up from the morass
First a gorgon with black demon wings
She turned Dwertern to stone and with serpents for hair
gave Celerion ten thousand stings
[Chorus]
Ah, but suddenly out from the shadows appeared
goodly Ibis, with wrathful intent
And she saw him but once, as she sank to the floor
leaking ichor, too late to repent
The soul of Divine Fortune, both the groups and your own
Is Peccable, humble and poor
You have seen him in peace as he cures and he heals
Pray that you never see him at war
But they were sorely pressed as the legions of hell
Came with no fear of death in their hearts
And a Sea-Hag, a watery curse-spitting witch
Brought low Ibis and Peccable last
[Chorus]
So to Taedor we come, as he drew on his tricks
and brought magical death to the hoard
And spells gone, and friends lying too weakened to move,
he stood firm and fought on with his sword
And at last all was still, but for five weary men
lying panting in puddles of gore
And Westgate saved again from Garagos's plague
Divine Fortune, rest at last, on the floor
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