[Intro] (The distant tolling of a heavy bronze bell) (The sound of thousands of wings fluttering) (Low, ominous cello hum) [Verse 1] Forty years the bargain was struck Traitor Empress, and a run of bad luck Echoes of Big Ben chime in the deep Hungry river sings the city to sleep. Market bells in the Spite and the Flit The candles are lonely and lit We traded the sun for the shimmer of brass And the weight of the mountain in hourglass. [Pre-Chorus] Mind the Masters in their velvet robes Searching for hearts in their crystal globes The Correspondence burns on the wall Wait for the darkness... Wait for the fall.. [Chorus] Fallen London! Neath where the black water flows Fallen London! Nobody stays and everyone knows The sun is a memory, the sky is a cave We’re living our lives in a pitch dark grave With a hiss of the steam and a click of the gear The shadows we have to fear. [Verse 2] Check pocket-watch, the brass turning green Things in the fog that shouldn't be seen A Zee-captain’s tale of a North-bound star A drink with a Devil at the Polythreme bar. Copper pipes wheezing, the pressure is high Under a ceiling that mimics the sky If you lose your head, don't worry my friend The Tomb-Colonies wait for your end. [Pre-Chorus] Mind the Masters in their velvet robes Searching for hearts in their crystal globes The Correspondence burns on the wall Wait for the darkness... wait for the fall.. [Chorus] Fallen London! Neath where the black water flows Fallen London! Nobody stays and everyone knows The sun is a memory, the sky is a cave We’re living our lives in a pitch dark grave With a hiss of the steam and a click of the gear The shadows we have to fear. [Bridge] [Music strips back to a rhythmic, mechanical clanking] (Ticking… ticking… ticking…) What is the price of a silver soul? How much coal to keep the city whole? All shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well... Unless you hear the voices... From the bottom of the well. [Guitar/Accordion Solo] (A frantic, waltzing duet between a distorted accordion and a gritty slide guitar) [Chorus] Fallen London! Neath where the black water flows Fallen London! Nobody stays and everyone knows The sun is a memory, the sky is a cave We’re living our lives in a pitch dark grave With a hiss of the steam and a click of the gear The shadows we have to fear. [Outro] [Slow, haunting] Going down… down… Mind the bats. (Steam hiss) Fallen London awaits... [End]
