"Fresh Air and Fairer Things" [Intro] (Ethereal, reverb-heavy humming. A soft harp pluck.) (Spoken softly): "Darkness is a choice, darling. And frankly? It’s a very dusty one." [Verse 1 - Ethereal Celtic Style] Beneath the eaves of the Silverwood tree, I watch you brooding in your misery. With skin like parchment and eyes like a crow, There’s a spark in your spirit that I’d like to know. But you’re lost in the ink of a crumbling scroll, Letting the graveyard take hold of your soul. You look so cute when you’re cursing the light, But playing with skeletons just isn’t right. [Chorus - Sing-along Folk-Pop] So put down the skull and pick up a rose, You’ve got the 'ick' from your head to your toes! Ditch all your friends who have been dead for a year, The living are better, and darling, I’m here! Stop with the chanting, stop with the gloom, There’s more to this life than a cold, stone tomb. Step out of the crypt, take a breath of the blue, And I might just show a few secrets to you! [Verse 2 - Fast-Paced Rhythmic Rap] Look, you’re rocking that eyeliner, Gothic and chic, But your best friend 'Gary' hasn't spoken in a week. Mostly 'cause his jaw fell off in the mud, And your robe is all stained with—is that zombie blood? I’m a Ranger, I’m nimble, I track through the brush, But your vibe is a permanent funeral hush. Embalming fluid is a terrible scent, I’m starting to wonder where your sanity went! You’re talking to ghosts while I’m talking to you, You want a 'Dark Ritual'? I’ve got a few! [Verse 3 - High Energy Rap] You say 'Life is a cycle,' well, let’s start the wheel, Instead of a phantom, try something that's real! You’re pale as a ghost and you’re thin as a rail, Your 'Army of Darkness' is looking quite frail. I could teach you to hunt, I could teach you to climb, But you’re spending your Saturday doing a crime! Grave robbing? Really? That’s so last era, Come into the light, it’s a much better mirror. You’ve got the cheekbones of a fallen king, But those rattling ribcages don't mean a thing! [Bridge - Melodic and Airy] (Music slows down, harp and fiddle return) The moon is rising, silver and cold, But my hand is warm, if you’re willing to hold. Magic is wild, and magic is green, The loveliest things are the ones yet unseen. Leave the departed to rest in the clay... Walk with me into the breaking of day. [Chorus - Sing-along Folk-Pop] So put down the skull and pick up a rose, You’ve got the 'ick' from your head to your toes! Ditch all your friends who have been dead for a year, The living are better, and darling, I’m here! Stop with the chanting, stop with the gloom, There’s more to this life than a cold, stone tomb. Step out of the crypt, take a breath of the blue, And I might just show a few secrets to you! [Verse 4 - Ultra-Fast Rap Outro] Final offer, Necro-boy, make up your mind, Leave the 'Restless Spirits' and the 'Withered' behind. I’ve got a bow, I’ve got the trail, I’ve got the spark, You’re just a pretty face lost in the dark. Mingle with the living, get a drink, have a laugh, Or I’ll take my arrows and break your black staff! (Wait, don’t actually break it, it’s expensive.) Just... come outside. I’ll bring the wine. You bring the... actually, don't bring anything dead. We’re fine. [Outro] (Fading Celtic fiddle with a heavy bass beat) (Spoken): "Seriously. Wash your hands. We’re going to the festival." (A final, airy elven giggle)
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