The Coup

They say Emily was born to wear a crown on her head
But all her young life, some wanted her dead
She ascended too soon, or that's what they said
And 'fore too long, the streets would run red

Life was not easy for our sweet Empress
As a leader of men, she worked hard to impress
But her treaties and pacts had little success
And our skies turned dim and we lived in distress

A coup, a coup! What is it to you?
A feast or a famine, a nail or a screw?
A Duke from the south, a vile witches brew
A coup, a coup! What is it to you?

The walls of Dunwall, did they help her at all?
For our Emily, they were good for a fall
A captain, a traitor, they danced at a ball
The walls of Dunwall, did they help her at all?

For every loyal friend that Emily did make
There grew three betrayers, her life to take
Whispers in the south, a conspiracy planned
She trusted her allies, played into their hands

A coup, a coup! What is it to you?
A feast or a famine, a nail or a screw?
A Duke from the south, a vile witches brew
A coup, a coup! What is it to you?

A mystical woman, Delilah she's called
Claimed rights to the throne, and the Duke she enthralled
Some called it magic and some called it fate
Did she do it for love, did she do it for hate?

Now I'm just a poor singer, recounting this tale
If I sing it wrongly I'm dead as a whale
The Duke rules us now, and we know him, we do
So let's raise a glass to our Duke and the coup!

A coup, a coup! What is it to you?
A feast or a famine, a nail or a screw?
A Duke from the south, a vile witches brew
A coup, a coup! What is it to you?