Act 1 S2 New Albion 1 (feat. Kayleigh McKnight)

Several hundred years before

A gambler and a monk embarked

On a long trek through the endless prairies of the North

They had a fierce debate

About God and chance and fate

And to resolve it agreed a game of cards indeed be played

The game went on all day

And through the next and next they played

And around them a shelter was built to shield the rain

A street around the shelter formed

Then a church, a house, a bar

And that is how the city of New Albion was born

New Albion today

With bustling streets, machines, cafes

And the nice, the wise, the eccentric and insane

The Mafia's run by

A red haired dwarf with just one eye

Whose affairs he decides with a pair of silver dice

Over the Zeppelin Union Pilots

A castrati boss presides

And we hear his song each afternoon as he flies by

There's prisons made of lead

And gargoyles of iron shreds

And Annabelle McAlistair who's raising up the dead

Annabelle McAlistair who's raising up the dead

The Lodge on Ashland Street

Is where the Alchemists Guild meets

And to join you have to craft a glass pearl from a young girl's dream

A group of thieves they heard

Broke in the lodge to steal the pearls

But In the morning they were found there sitting staring unperturbed

The twilight fog they say

An aphrodisiac contains

Nonsense, but yet they copulate in doorways anyway

There's inventors and inbred

In upper class it's been said

And Annabelle McAlistair who's raising up the dead

Annabelle McAlistair who's raising up the dead