Act 1: S2 - New Albion 1 (feat. Kayleigh McKnight)

Several hundred years before, a gambler and a monk embarked
 On a long trek through the endless prairies of the North
 They had a fierce debate about God and chance and fate
 And to resolve it agreed a game of cards indeed be played
 The game went on all day, and through the next and next they played
 And around them a shelter was built to shield the rain
 A street around the shelter formed, then a church, a house, a bar
 And that is how the city of New Albion was born
 That is how the city of New Albion was born
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 New Albion today with bustling streets, machines, cafes
 And the nice, the wise, the eccentric and insane
 The Mafia's run by a red-haired dwarf with just one eye
 Whose affairs he decides with a pair of silver dice
 Over the Zeppelin Union Pilots, a castrati boss presides
 And we hear his song each afternoon as he flies by
 There's prisons made of lead and gargoyles of iron shreds
 And Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead
 Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead
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 The Lodge on Ashland Street is where the Alchemist Guild meets
 And to join you have to craft a glass pearl from a young girl's dream
 A group of thieves, they heard, broke in the lodge to steal their pearls
 But In the morning they were found there sitting, staring unperturbed
 The twilight fog, they say, an aphrodisiac contains
 Nonsense, but yet they copulate in doorways anyway
 There's inventors and inbred in upper classes, it's been said
 And Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead
 Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead
 Clever little Annabel-ah with her clever head
 Oh, Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead