Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Wake up, wake up, the morning's grey and lovely,
I've whistled to the churchyard and the churchyard whistled back.
Don't bother with the needle, dear, the dirt will do me nicely,
a hundred rotten darlings rising muddy from the crack.
You sew them one by one, brother, oh how very tidy —
I'll have raised a thousand more before you thread the first.
[Verse 2]
Sister, please, your shambling mob is frankly an embarrassment,
all elbows and apology and falling-apart conceit.
I select. I measure twice. I stitch a thing of elegance —
the finest limbs from finer graves, assembled clean and complete.
You dig like a dog in the mud and you call the mess an army;
I throw the switch, the lightning sings, and beauty takes its feet.
[Pre-Chorus]
You always were the precious one —
And you, the loud disgrace.
But oh, when the cathedral burns,
we wear the family face.
[Chorus]
I'll raise them from the meadow,
I'll build them in the hall,
and we'll play our little war across the moor till the manor and the moonlight fall.
You hate me,
I loathe you,
but no one digs alone —
two horrors in a heirloom coat, dragging the dead ones home.
[Verse 3]
You remember cousin Mikaeus? So pious in his tower.
I sent the ghouls to batter at his gate while you slipped in alone —
a letter opener, brother, and a quiet little hour,
and a Lunarch with a hollow where the saints had left a stone.
They hushed it up, the cowards, buried shame without a sermon;
but I know what you did, dear heart, and I'd help you do it again.
[Verse 4]
I will not say I missed you when they locked you in the tower.
I will not say the lab was quiet, that the silence had a weight.
I simply kept on working through each long ungrateful hour —
and left the door, by accident, the smallest crack ajar that gate.
We are the last two Cecani and the world would have us buried;
so come, you dreadful sister — there is so much left to make.
[Bridge]
When the eldritch moon came rising,
and the sky began to crawl,
I put my ghouls beside your skaabs —
and we held against it all.
I'd never tell you to your face —
nor I to yours, my dear —
that there's no one in the multiverse I'd rather have stood here.
[Final Chorus]
I'll raise them from the meadow,
I'll build them in the hall,
and we'll play our little war across the moor till the manor and the moonlight fall.
I hate you,
I loathe you,
but no one digs alone —
two horrors in a heirloom coat, dragging the dead ones home.
[Outro]
Goodnight, dear brother.
Goodnight, dear sister.
The morning's grey and lovely —
let's wake the dead once more.
