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Track 13: The Builder's Blight
Genre: Stomp and Holler Folk
Duration: 02:37.0 Lore Source: "Building Morwenna" (Journal) In-Game Author: Cade Hawthorn Wiki Link: Click Here to Read Lore "Stomp and Holler" Folk that feels like a protest song. Cade Hawthorn returns, frustrated that the beasts are eating his porch. The "heavy kick drum" drives the track like a hammer pounding a nail that just won't stick. |
~*~ Song Lyrics ~*~
I drew the lines in the dusty soil
I poured the sweat and I gave the toil.
"Morwenna," I called it, a place of peace
Where the noise of the world would finally cease.
I raised a barn with a steady hand
The finest edifice in all the land.
But the moon came up and the shadows crept
And the scratching started while the workers slept.
I stack the stone, they strip the bone!
I raise the roof, they tear it down!
From the barn to the manor, from the fence to the sky
They’re laughing at the vision in my single eye!
Morwenna could be peaceful, Morwenna could be grand
If the beasts didn't rule this blighted land!
They gnaw the timber, they shred the slate
A hunger born from a twist of fate.
Is it the Blight that pushes them near?
Driving them mad with the taste of fear?
I stack the stone, they strip the bone!
I raise the roof, they tear it down!
It’s a fool who patches a sinking boat.
It’s a fool who sings on a strangled note.
Why repair the present, when it’s torn apart?
I can’t fix the wood, but I’ll save the heart.
I’m done with the rats and the broken beams...
I’m taking my tools to bigger dreams.
Goodbye, Morwenna.
Let the wild things have their prize.
I’m walking away...
With the future in my eyes.
I poured the sweat and I gave the toil.
"Morwenna," I called it, a place of peace
Where the noise of the world would finally cease.
I raised a barn with a steady hand
The finest edifice in all the land.
But the moon came up and the shadows crept
And the scratching started while the workers slept.
I stack the stone, they strip the bone!
I raise the roof, they tear it down!
From the barn to the manor, from the fence to the sky
They’re laughing at the vision in my single eye!
Morwenna could be peaceful, Morwenna could be grand
If the beasts didn't rule this blighted land!
They gnaw the timber, they shred the slate
A hunger born from a twist of fate.
Is it the Blight that pushes them near?
Driving them mad with the taste of fear?
I stack the stone, they strip the bone!
I raise the roof, they tear it down!
It’s a fool who patches a sinking boat.
It’s a fool who sings on a strangled note.
Why repair the present, when it’s torn apart?
I can’t fix the wood, but I’ll save the heart.
I’m done with the rats and the broken beams...
I’m taking my tools to bigger dreams.
Goodbye, Morwenna.
Let the wild things have their prize.
I’m walking away...
With the future in my eyes.