Blood and Crimson Ink

Tempo: Fast, driving folk-rock (think Celtic punk meets Broadway)

V5.5

(Intro: A lone, rhythmic drum beat starts. A fiddle joins with a sharp, mischievous trill. The crowd begins to clap in time.)

Verse 1
Gather 'round the hearth, let the ale flow bright!
We’ve a tale of two shadows in the dead of night.
One’s got hair like the midnight, streaked with a crimson flame,
With pointed ears and a gaze so sharp, it puts the sun to shame!
He wears the cross of a silent faith, a gold drop in his ear,
A fanged grin for his enemies, and a heart that knows no fear!

Verse 2
But look to the throne where the other brother lies,
With horns that reach for the heavens and fire in his eyes!
His skin is dark as the ink of stars, his spirit wild and free,
In a corset tight and a velvet coat, the height of luxury!
He’s got the claws of a demon king and a smirk that’s built to sin,
Waiting for the music and the chaos to begin!

Chorus
(Full band kicks in—pure energy!)
So stomp your boots till the floorboards break!
Toast to the trouble that the brothers make!
One of the earth and one of the throne,
The deadliest pair that the world has known!
From the moonlit ruins to the velvet chair,
There’s magic and there’s danger in the crimson in their hair!

Verse 3
One walks the path where the ivy grows and ancient arches stand,
With the weight of the heavens held within his steady hand.
The other rules the shadows where the lilies bloom in red,
With a goblet full of secrets and a crown upon his head!
Bound by blood and a shared design, different as the day,
But if you cross the path of one, the other’s gonna pay!

Bridge
(The music slows to a tense, heavy beat. The singer drops to a growling whisper.)
Listen close to the rattling glass...
When the brothers walk, the shadows pass.
A flash of gold, a curve of horn,
The greatest storm that was ever born!

(A sudden shout: "POUR THE DRINKS!")

Final Chorus
(Explosive energy, everyone jumping)
So stomp your boots till the floorboards break!
Toast to the trouble that the brothers make!
One of the earth and one of the throne,
The deadliest pair that the world has known!
From the moonlit ruins to the velvet chair,
There’s magic and there’s danger in the crimson in their hair!

Outro
(Fiddle solo intensifies)
Yeah, the crimson in their hair!
Keep your eyes on the shadows!
HEY!

(Final heavy stomp on the floor. Blackout.)

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(Intro: A lone, rhythmic drum beat starts. A fiddle joins with a sharp, mischievous trill. The crowd begins to clap in time.) Verse 1 Gather 'round the hearth, let the ale flow bright! We’ve a tale of two shadows in the dead of night. One’s got hair like the midnight, streaked with a crimson flame, With pointed ears and a gaze so sharp, it puts the sun to shame! He wears the cross of a silent faith, a gold drop in his ear, A fanged grin for his enemies, and a heart that knows no fear! Verse 2 But look to the throne where the other brother lies, With horns that reach for the heavens and fire in his eyes! His skin is dark as the ink of stars, his spirit wild and free, In a corset tight and a velvet coat, the height of luxury! He’s got the claws of a demon king and a smirk that’s built to sin, Waiting for the music and the chaos to begin! Chorus (Full band kicks in—pure energy!) So stomp your boots till the floorboards break! Toast to the trouble that the brothers make! One of the earth and one of the throne, The deadliest pair that the world has known! From the moonlit ruins to the velvet chair, There’s magic and there’s danger in the crimson in their hair! Verse 3 One walks the path where the ivy grows and ancient arches stand, With the weight of the heavens held within his steady hand. The other rules the shadows where the lilies bloom in red, With a goblet full of secrets and a crown upon his head! Bound by blood and a shared design, different as the day, But if you cross the path of one, the other’s gonna pay! Bridge (The music slows to a tense, heavy beat. The singer drops to a growling whisper.) Listen close to the rattling glass... When the brothers walk, the shadows pass. A flash of gold, a curve of horn, The greatest storm that was ever born! (A sudden shout: "POUR THE DRINKS!") Final Chorus (Explosive energy, everyone jumping) So stomp your boots till the floorboards break! Toast to the trouble that the brothers make! One of the earth and one of the throne, The deadliest pair that the world has known! From the moonlit ruins to the velvet chair, There’s magic and there’s danger in the crimson in their hair! Outro (Fiddle solo intensifies) Yeah, the crimson in their hair! Keep your eyes on the shadows! HEY! (Final heavy stomp on the floor. Blackout.)

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