[Low-tuned, clanky, off-kilter funk-metal bass riff with percussive slaps and pops, paired with sparse, angular guitar stabs. Swampy, grimy groove with a dark, sarcastic energy. Off-beat rhythm, playful but menacing] [Low guitar drone, faint feedback. Vocals spoken with sorrowful weight.] We burned the lords who burned us, We broke their gilded chains. Their daughters walk beside us now, With fire in their veins. We built our house from ashes, We crowned our dead with pride… But Liberty won’t have us— So westward we must ride. [Slow guitar arpeggios, drums distant, heartbeat-like thud.] --- [Tempo slow, bass heavy, vocals mournful but building with anger.] The velvet drapes were hanging, the candles lit with care, The house of bone and laughter rose from ruin, bold and rare. But whispers filled the alleys, the church-bells rang with scorn, “Their beds are made with corpses, their smiles are the forlorn.” We fed them wine and music, we offered love and flame, But they saw the dead among us, and spat upon our name. The Remainers are our sisters, the rivals turned to kin, Yet the folk of Liberty swore we’d never breathe within. --- [Instruments swell, guitars distort more, chorus sung with grit.] No home in Liberty, no mercy in their eyes, They spit on what we’ve carried, they damn our second lives. We’ll take our broken bodies, and bleed into the West, The road may damn us further, but there we’ll find our rest. --- [Drums double-time, guitars rumbling. Vocals sharper, angrier.] The lawmen spoke in riddles, the merchants barred their doors, The preacher’s voice went venomous, his prayers became a war. “Take your plague of hunger, take your cursed skin, No saint will grant you shelter, no God will let you in.” Velvet raised her lantern, the girls stood tall behind, Living flesh and Remainers, one army now combined. “We bled to build this kingdom, we fought, we burned, we bled— If Liberty won’t have us, the West will take us dead.” --- [Chorus louder, guitars grinding, vocals more defiant.] No home in Liberty, no mercy in their eyes, They spit on what we’ve carried, they damn our second lives. We’ll take our broken bodies, and bleed into the West, The road may damn us further, but there we’ll find our rest. --- [Vocals nearly shouted, riffs galloping like hooves, very aggressive.] The horses snort with terror, the wagons groan with weight, Of velvet gowns and coffins, of sisters bound by fate. The girls who once were rivals now ride with bone-white eyes, Remainers bound in loyalty, their laughter cold, yet wise. Lanterns swing like gallows, the dust becomes a sea, The Bastion fades behind us, its chains no longer free. And though their stones are heavy, their curses sharp and deep, We march with fire unbroken, we’ll haunt them in their sleep. --- [Chorus loud, anthem-like, shouted with fury.] No home in Liberty, no mercy in their eyes, They spit on what we’ve carried, they damn our second lives. We’ll take our broken bodies, and bleed into the West, The road may damn us further, but there we’ll find our rest. --- [Massive slowdown, doomy riff. Vocals guttural, triumphant.] Crosses rot on hillsides, wells cough dust and bone, But here no hand will shun us, this land will be our throne. The West don’t fear the Remainers, it’s lived with death too long, Its silence is our kingdom, its graveyards are our song. So Velvet marks the border, her banner raised in black, Her daughters at her shoulders, no lord will drive them back. “We’ll build again in shadow, where no priest dares to tread, A brothel for the broken, a crown for all the dead.” --- [Final chorus explosive, layered vocals, furious energy.] No home in Liberty, no mercy in their eyes, They spit on what we’ve carried, they damn our second lives. We’ll take our broken bodies, and bleed into the West, The road may damn us further, but there we’ll find our rest. [Repeat, screamed with fury.] No home in Liberty, no throne for us to claim, But in the West we’ll rise again, with fire in our veins. --- [Feedback, fading laughter, vocals spoken darkly.] Four lords we buried, One fled into the night. Let him spread the stories— We’ll finish him in time. Journey to the Dead West… And leave the living behind. ... ... ...
