[Intro] Oh — do come in. No, no, leave the swords by the door... we're all friends here. Well. I am, at least. [Verse 1] Darling, I was at the docks, a bottle in my hand A gift for dear sweet Jimmy, whom I'm told the whole town's fond I don't do RSVPs, my dear — I simply just... arrive And leave a little something so the party stays alive I called upon your little guild, all robes and locked-door pride Old Theodorus barred the gate — how terribly civic-eyed! No matter, no matter — I've the patience of a saint I'll leave my calling card in kindness, dear, and let you paint [Spoken, wry] ...whatever picture makes you comfortable. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, don't look so suspicious, loves I'm hardly the villain of this play While your king weeps behind his portcullis I'm the one who's out here saving the day [Chorus] Call me Malvoc — a toast! A bow! The only friend that this city's got now I don't need your trust, just a moment of your time Every door I open, darling, call it MINE So relax, little heroes, you're in wonderful hands I'm simply the devil who ACTUALLY has plans [Verse 2] I found a boy half-dead outside a chapel's begging step Poured a little something down his throat — I do keep my word, I keep "Healing," dear, and healing's honest — that part, at least, is true The FINE print's rather lengthy, but... who reads fine print, hm? Not you I found a girl alone and hunting shadows in the dark Rolled her vials like a gambler — "here's your healing, here's your spark" Mana, mercy, medicine, whatever heroes crave I'm not the monster knocking, darling — I'm the one who saves [Pre-Chorus] Oh, don't look so suspicious, loves I've been NOTHING but a gentleman so far While the dead climb over your ramparts I'm the only candle where your king's gone dark [Chorus] Call me Malvoc — a toast! A bow! The only friend that this city's got now I don't need your love, just a flicker of doubt One more favour and the whole thing plays out So relax, little heroes, you're in wonderful hands I'm simply the devil who ACTUALLY has plans [Bridge] You think I weep for corpses in your gutters? Please. I don't grieve things that forgot how to breathe... There's a kingdom beneath your kingdom, little dove and it does NOT care whose crown sits pretty when it wakes Not the cult, not the coin, not the cause I wear so well — I am OLDER than your gods, darling, and FAR more patient than your hell [Final Chorus] Call me Malvoc, call me kind Call me the only friend you'll find I don't need your worship, just your doubt in the crown One more gate, my darlings, and the walls come down So dream, little heroes — dream so well I'm only building you a door... ...out of hell [Outro] Every kindness has a price, my dears ...you simply haven't thought to ask what mine is yet
