The Feast of Falling Lords - Tavern Song

“The Feast of Falling Lords” is a coarse tavern song whispered to have originated in The Syndicate circles after the Virensha Massacre. Unlike the Empire’s official lament, this song mocks the slain nobility, recounting the night of blood through the imagined voices of the very assassins who struck. Each verse is written to emulate the personalities of Lode , Munvig Zi , Dex , Turek , and Silent Death , though no evidence suggests they themselves ever sang it. Instead, Syndicate propagandists spread the piece to glorify the deed, weaving menace and ridicule into a performance meant to inspire fear in nobles and loyalty in dissidents.   [Intro, Lute strums, Drunken laughter] Raise your cups and hear our tale, Of nobles fat and faces pale, A banquet bright with gilded cheer, 'Til Syndicate shadows drew near!     [Verse 1, Sung as Lode] I came in steel, my axe held high, Kaelderen’s wrath, their end was nigh, The Duke, he feasted, proud and bold, Now he lies still, his wine turned cold.     [Chorus, All shouting] Ha! The chandeliers shook, the goblets spilled, The lords grew pale, the hall was stilled, They perished quick, they perished slow, Virensha burns — and we drink to the show!     \[Verse 2, Sung as Munvig] I slipped through shadows, swift and sly, A pendant claimed, no farewell cry, Magistrate vanished, none could save, Her soul now bound, her voice a slave.     [Chorus, All roaring] Ha! The chandeliers shook, the goblets spilled, The lords grew pale, the hall was stilled, They perished quick, they perished slow, Virensha burns — and we drink to the show!     [Verse 3, Sung as Dex, cheeky tone] I loosed my bolts, I laughed with glee, The guards all fell so easily, And when they chased, I left them sore, One woodsman hunts… but hunts no more.     [Chorus, All stomping in rhythm] Ha! The chandeliers shook, the goblets spilled, The lords grew pale, the hall was stilled, They perished quick, they perished slow, Virensha burns — and we drink to the show!     [Verse 4, Sung as Silent Death, cold and grim] A dagger’s kiss, a quiet breath, The Duke was mine, I dealt him death, No cries, no warning, swift and clean, The hall fell silent where I had been.     [Bridge, Sung as Turek, with sinister glee] A demon roared upon the stone, Tore them apart with flesh and bone, I raised my glass, I called the tune, And hell itself had joined the room!     [Final Chorus, raucous shouting with stomps & claps] Ha! The chandeliers shook, the goblets spilled, The lords grew pale, the hall was stilled, They perished quick, they perished slow, Virensha burns — and we drink to the show!   [Outro, Laughter, mugs slamming] Raise it high, lads, drink it deep, For fallen lords and widows weep, But we sing loud, the tale is told, Of Virensha’s feast, and Syndicate bold!