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The Coup
They say Emily was born to wear a crown on her head But all her young life, some wanted her dead She ascended too soon, or that's what they said And 'fore too long, the streets would run red
Life was not easy for our sweet Empress As a leader of men, she worked hard to impress But her treaties and pacts had little success And our skies turned dim and we lived in distress
A coup, a coup! What is it to you? A feast or a famine, a nail or a screw? A Duke from the south, a vile witches brew A coup, a coup! What is it to you?
The walls of Dunwall, did they help her at all? For our Emily, they were good for a fall A captain, a traitor, they danced at a ball The walls of Dunwall, did they help her at all?
For every loyal friend that Emily did make There grew three betrayers, her life ready to take Whispers in the south, a conspiracy planned Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com She trusted her allies, played into their hands
A coup, a coup! What is it to you? A feast or a famine, a nail or a screw? A Duke from the south, a vile witches brew A coup, a coup! What is it to you?
A mystical woman, Delilah she's called Claimed rights to the throne, and the Duke she enthralled Some called it magic and some called it fate Did she do it for love, did she do it for hate?
Now I'm just a poor singer, recounting this tale If I sing it wrongly I'm dead as a whale The Duke rules us now, and we know him, we do So let's raise a glass to our Duke and the coup!
A coup, a coup! What is it to you? A feast or a famine, a nail or a screw? A Duke from the south, a vile witches brew A coup, a coup! What is it to you?
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