Fairyland (Album Version)

**[Verse 1]** Through the tangled brambles of the border glade, Where whispers of treaties in twilight fade, A lantern’s glow on the merchant’s face, Haggling dreams for a devil’s embrace. Silver-tongued heralds, they circle the green, Promising crowns for the low and the lean. The fiddler’s song on the village square — Dance if you’re willing, but mind the snare! **[Pre-Chorus]** Shadows in robes of velvet and thread, Carving their laws with a fox’s dread. While the jester’s grin grows ever so wide, The king’s in his counting house, eyes open wide. **[Chorus]** Welcome to Fairyland, oh, what a show! With bread made of sawdust and circuses below. The crown’s a bit tarnished, but it’s worn just the same — By princes and paupers who’ve mastered the game. In Fairyland, every wager’s a sin, But you’ll never know who’s out or who’s in. **[Verse 2]** Past the oak’s hollow where the council meets, Fur-lined wolves plot in their cushioned seats. Barons of honey and Dukes of the dirt Draft decrees on the back of a shepherd’s shirt. The watchman’s call is a call too late, While magpies pick at the lock of the gate. Beggars and lords trade cloaks in the dark, Both claim the throne but neither leaves a mark. **[Pre-Chorus]** Shadows in robes of velvet and thread, Carving their laws with a fox’s dread. While the jester’s grin grows ever so wide, The king’s in his counting house, eyes open wide. **[Chorus]** Welcome to Fairyland, oh, what a show! With bread made of sawdust and circuses below. The crown’s a bit tarnished, but it’s worn just the same — By princes and paupers who’ve mastered the game. In Fairyland, every wager’s a sin, But you’ll never know who’s out or who’s in. **[Bridge]** The piper’s paid in counterfeit gold, With pockets of promises centuries old. There’s a map on the wall with no way to the end, Where dragons’ lairs and black ships defend. The queen’s on the run, her spindle’s gone slack, She’s traded her crown for a wolf’s leather sack. **[Instrumental Break]** *(A mix of brooding flute melody and sharp synth stabs, evoking the tension of unseen schemes.)* **[Verse 3]** Firefly lanterns light up the hall, Where once stood a castle, now crumbles a wall. Goblins in wigs hand scrolls to the crowd, Promises whispered, but never aloud. The miller’s daughter counts barley and wheat, But half of her harvest is dust at her feet. With ink-stained fingers and a thousand-yard stare, She’s learned not to follow the call to "beware." [repeat Pre-Chorus] [repeat Chorus] **[Outro]** So step through the archway, mind how you tread, For kings’ whispers are louder than thunder’s dread. In Fairyland’s glow, the night’s never done, Where pawns move the board, but the checkmate’s begun. **[Verse 3]** Firefly lanterns light up the hall, Where once stood a castle, now crumbles a wall. Goblins in wigs hand scrolls to the crowd, Promises whispered, but never aloud. The miller’s daughter counts barley and wheat, But half of her harvest is dust at her feet. With ink-stained fingers and a thousand-yard stare, She’s learned not to follow the call to "beware." **[Pre-Chorus]** Shadows in robes of velvet and thread, Carving their laws with a fox’s dread. While the jester’s grin grows ever so wide, The king’s in his counting house, eyes open wide. **[Chorus]** Welcome to Fairyland, oh, what a show! With bread made of sawdust and circuses below. The crown’s a bit tarnished, but it’s worn just the same — By princes and paupers who’ve mastered the game. In Fairyland, every wager’s a sin, But you’ll never know who’s out or who’s in. **[Outro]** So step through the archway, mind how you tread, For kings’ whispers are louder than thunder’s dread. In Fairyland’s glow, the night’s never done, Where pawns move the board, but the checkmate’s begun.