The Coup - COPILOT Music + Sound

They say Emily was born to wear a crown on her head

But all her young life, some wanted her dead

She ascended too soon, or that’s what they said

And 'fore too long, the streets would run red

Life was not easy for our sweet Empress

As a leader of men, she worked hard to impress

But her treaties and pacts had little success

And our skies turned dim and we lived in distress

A coup, a coup!

What is it to you?

A feast or a famine, a nail or a screw?

A Duke from the south, a vile witches brew

A coup, a coup!

What is it to you?

The walls of Dunwall, did they help her at all?

For our Emily, they were good for a fall

A captain, a traitor, they danced at a ball

The walls of Dunwall, did they help her at all?

For every loyal friend that Emily did make

There grew three betrayers, her life ready to take

Whispers in the south, a conspiracy planned

She trusted her allies, played into their hands

A coup, a coup!

What is it to you?

A feast or a famine, a nail or a screw?

A Duke from the south, a vile witches brew

A coup, a coup!

What is it to you?

A mystical woman, Delilah she’s called

Claimed rights to the throne, and the Duke she enthralled

Some called it magic and some called it fate

Did she do it for love, did she do it for hate?

Now I’m just a poor singer, recounting this tale

If I sing it wrongly I’m dead as a whale

The Duke rules us now, and we know him, we do

So let’s raise a glass to our Duke and the coup!

A coup, a coup!

What is it to you?

A feast or a famine, a nail or a screw?

A Duke from the south, a vile witches brew

A coup, a coup!

What is it to you?