Version 1
(Verse 1)
Mansion made of dark wood and stone,
Magic in their bones,
Exiled for the things they knew,
A thirst for knowledge led them to—
The dark woods where they roam,
No village left to call their home.
(Chorus)
They’re not so different
Can’t you see?
Just misunderstood (like you, like me)
In another life maybe, maybe they’d be good
Maybe they’re not as bad as they seem?
(Verse 2)
Once they tried to make amends,
Reached out with a peaceful hand,
But the world met them with fear and steel,
Built walls too high for them to heal.
In their hearts, a hope burned bright,
But it dimmed in the cold, endless night.
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
One brave soul with a banner in hand,
Tried to make the others understand,
But mistrust ran deep in the land,
And peace slipped through like grains of sand.
(Verse 3)
Now the Pillagers come with a crossbow’s might,
Believing war is their birthright.
The hopes of peace are swept away,
In the battle that ends the day.
The village burns, and cries ring out,
A dream is lost amid the shout.
(Chorus)
(Outro)
Once there might have been a chance,
To break free from this dark dance,
But the path they’ve walked is stained in red,
And now we see, they’re pretty bad instead.
Bad, bad, bad.
Pretty bad.