[Chorus Intro – Merchant’s Call] “Come, good folk, hear and see! We are the lifeblood, the artery. No city thrives, no king can reign, Without our coin, without our chain. From peasant’s cuti to noble’s auta, We are the guild, the bank, the law. Step right up, and trade with pride The Three Banks keep the world alive!” [Verse 1 – The Truth of Cuti] A peasant’s hand with copper worn, A hundred cuti to buy his corn. Four small coins for shoes to mend, A hundred more his life to spend. The guild will clip, the guild will shave, Each copper coin a master’s slave. The poor man prays, the poor man bleeds, While bankers fatten on his needs. [Verse 2 – The Truth of Wag] The craftsman toils for wag in hand, A silver coin for work so grand. Ten wag gone for cloth and grain, Twenty more for a roof from rain. But wag is bent and wag is mixed, The guild decides how rates are fixed. The smith, the mason, bent in trade, Their silver swindled as it’s weighed. [Short Bridge – Guildmasters’ Boast] “See our banks, their walls so tall! We guard your coin, we guard it all. See our ledgers, pure and true, No trick, no theft, no cheat from you. Each coin is honest, firm, and right We mint the day, we mint the night. Oh how we feast, oh how we thrive, For every lie keeps us alive.” [Chorus – The Customers’ Thoughts] Bang the coin, let it ring, Surely wealth is everything. Cuti feeds, and wag will grow, Auta makes the kingdom glow. Bang the coin, and let it sing, Life is worth the coin we bring. Bang the coin, the guild is fair, They guard our wealth with loving care. [Verse 3 – The Truth of Auta] Auta glitters, auta shines, Worth a peasant’s life and time. One auta buys a year of bread, But none will see it, till they’re dead. A lord will waste ten auta fast, On wine and whores that never last. While wars are waged for golden pride, The guildmen count, and laugh aside. [Verse 4 – The Corruption Laid Bare] From cuti’s rust to wag’s soft gleam, To auta’s glow, a golden dream Each coin is forged with theft inside, Each scale is tipped, each purse is lied. We own the market, own the throne, The land, the crown, the flesh, the bone. Three banks sing the same refrain: The coin is god, and greed is gain. [Extended Bridge – The Guildmasters Again] “Raise your wag, your auta bright! Our scales are just, our hands are right. We guard your savings, guard your land, All safe within the bankers’ hand. Cuti clipped, and wag debased, Auta stretched till weight erased. We toast, we gorge, we never fall For coin is king, and we are all!” [Long Outro – The Troubadour’s Sneer] Bang, bang, the ledgers cry, While peasants starve and merchants lie. Bang, bang, the coffers swell, While wag is weighed and cuti sells. Bang, bang, the auta burns, The guild still profits, the world still turns. Bang the coin, and hear it sing, The guilds are fat, the poor are thin. Bang the coin, and drown your prayer The Guild of Three Banks is always fair. Bang the coin, bang the coin, bang again Till only the bankers still hold the pen.
