The following song is heard in various taverns throughout Peltarch. Some say that it was first heard in the Pissing Goat, but as Noemi tells it, she heard it somewhere else.
The song starts off with a steady intro on a mandolin or lyre. It start with a background and sung lightly
In the heart of Peltarch, the jewel of the land,
There ruled a young king with a scepter in his hand.
His name was whispered through many cobblestone streets,
A tale of lavish excess, and opulent elites
He wore silken robes, adorned with jewels and gold,
While the common folk starved and shivered in the cold.
His feasts were very grand, and wine flowed like streams,
But little did they know, it was all built on dreams.
At this point the song picks up tempo and sung louder
(Chorus)
Oh, Thalaman the king, with a crown of deceit,
You danced in royal halls, your subjects at your feet.
A generation lost, their blood in the soil,
As you reveled in pleasures, wrapped in silk and foil.
Again it switches back to the quiet, sung narration
The war drums beat, and young men marched away,
Their dreams of valor, their hopes held at bay.
You toasted their bravery, and raised the goblets high,
But their sacrifice reflected in the tear-streaked sky.
Your palace walls echoed with laughter and good cheer,
While widows and orphans wept, and mothers shed their tears.
The treasury bled, drained by lavishness,
Yet you danced through the night, unaware of distress.
It picks up beat like the first chorus, with audience participation welcome
(Chorus)
Oh, Thalaman the king, with a crown of deceit,
You danced in royal halls, your subjects at your feet.
A generation lost, their blood in the soil,
As you reveled in pleasures, wrapped in silk and foil.
(Chorus Repeat)
Oh, Thalaman the king, with a crown of deceit,
You danced in royal halls, your subjects at your feet.
A generation lost, their blood in the soil,
As you reveled in pleasures, wrapped in silk and foil.
Back to a quiet ending
And so goes the saga of Thalaman the king,
His legacy tarnished, praises we no longer sing.
May the next ruler learn from his deeds and our strife,
To lead with compassion, and not a lavish life.
