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?