CALLIOPE: come listen now, ye children born from thorium and ash to hear now of what once was sworn upon the beaten castle path there stood the stillborn prince of steel, his head weighed down with jewels he tended to his water wheel, collecting in its pools. he waited for his blessed star to emerge from the edge of night to come from lands away and far and fill him with delight BELLADONNA: He had worshipped the star like no other He had hated his sisters and brothers To her love he was nailed And his abstinence failed And the monstrous heart was uncovered! CALLIOPE: These were the early days of yore. Life narrowed all the time. The nightmares came up from the shore And dragged them into lines. The empire was still young and raw The star was maiden there The children would not come for years And nothing then was fair. The king took up his arms and his legs, spindles, and sword he made an oath towards their harm and thus became our LORD. BELLADONNA: And what did the night come to show But a signal that no one could go? See the sword would come down And be wrenched all around And their bodies would freeze in the snow! CALLIOPE: Beast moans of the day from the valley. Wind swept up from the rift. The demons were trapped in the heavens And the corpses were set out to drift. BELLADONNA: Tyrant King of the Bathypelagic! Never heard of a story so tragic! The old prince of sullen dark took a walk in central park and endeavored a terrible magic! WENCH: BOOOO!!!!! KINDLING: Tell the one about the Cretan! CALLIOPE: ... BELLADONNA: You guys are still here?