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Track 09: The Baited Breath
Genre: Dark Folk
Duration: 03:26.0 Lore Source: "Playing Pranks" (Journal) In-Game Author: Scavenger/Dieter Wiki Link: Click Here to Read Lore A Dark Folk "Murder Ballad" that chills the blood. It tells the story of scavengers tricking poor Dieter into a hole. The bridge, where the buried man screams "I am famished! I am cold!", is a terrifying explosion of acoustic rage. |
~*~ Song Lyrics ~*~
Cease your prattle, hold your tongue
The night is short, the day is young
We sent old Dieter down the hole
To dig for silver, strip the coal
We told the scamp, "Go look and see! A chest of gold for you and me!"
He took the bait, he took the spade
Into the trap that we had laid
Oh, the dirt is heavy and the tunnel is deep
You sow a lie, and a lie you'll reap
Is he fine down there? Is he breathing still?
Or just a ghost beneath the hill?
Dig, Dig, Dig, Dieter dig...
You blew the entrance to smithereens!
I taste the dust between my teeth
My hands are numb, the air is stale
I’m clawing rock with splintered nail
You swore a chest was waiting here
But all I found was dark and fear
I’m choked with grit, I’m starved for light
Buried alive in endless night!
Now wait a moment, hold on Hans...
Did we pack food within his hands?
A loaf of bread? A skin of wine?
...Nay, I’m sure the lad is fine!
He’s got the fortitude, you know?
He’s just playing tricks below
That silence is a prank, I swear
He’ll be fine down there... he'll be fine down there.
I am famished! I am cold!
Curse your chest and curse your gold!
You vicious curs, you left me blind
With nothing but this rage to mine!
MAY THE SHROUD TAKE YOU ALL!
Dig, Dig, Dig, Die or dig...
Six. Feet. Deep.
The night is short, the day is young
We sent old Dieter down the hole
To dig for silver, strip the coal
We told the scamp, "Go look and see! A chest of gold for you and me!"
He took the bait, he took the spade
Into the trap that we had laid
Oh, the dirt is heavy and the tunnel is deep
You sow a lie, and a lie you'll reap
Is he fine down there? Is he breathing still?
Or just a ghost beneath the hill?
Dig, Dig, Dig, Dieter dig...
You blew the entrance to smithereens!
I taste the dust between my teeth
My hands are numb, the air is stale
I’m clawing rock with splintered nail
You swore a chest was waiting here
But all I found was dark and fear
I’m choked with grit, I’m starved for light
Buried alive in endless night!
Now wait a moment, hold on Hans...
Did we pack food within his hands?
A loaf of bread? A skin of wine?
...Nay, I’m sure the lad is fine!
He’s got the fortitude, you know?
He’s just playing tricks below
That silence is a prank, I swear
He’ll be fine down there... he'll be fine down there.
I am famished! I am cold!
Curse your chest and curse your gold!
You vicious curs, you left me blind
With nothing but this rage to mine!
MAY THE SHROUD TAKE YOU ALL!
Dig, Dig, Dig, Die or dig...
Six. Feet. Deep.