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Song Choice Mafia IV: Love And Revenge

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Zora of Termina

Zora of Termina

forget your high society
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It’s been about a month since the forceful takeover of the Showhouse by the malicious lioness of a song known as Be Prepared. The previous owner, Hot Mess, was thrown to the clutches of the Beast that lurks the Showhouse, never to be seen again…

And perhaps, now that she was gone, the patrons of this theater think to themselves, the merciless slaughter would end and the building could be used for what it was intended for: a nice place for people to enjoy some good music.

This was not to be so.

For one lone survivor from the seizure of the Showhouse remains: Hot Mess’ lover, Unfurl. It goes without saying that after barely escaping and witnessing the ritual sacrifice of his love, that the former co-owner would seek revenge, the death of her murderer.

So it seems that the murders have begun again. The Beast is once again awakened by the smell of fresh blood as a fresh set of murders stains the stage. It would seem Unfurl has granted his blessing, the blessing of murder, to a select lucky few, whom are given one mission.

“Kill the newest patrons of the Showhouse and feed them to the beast, And don’t stop until you’ve murdered the owner herself.”


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-First night will be 48 hours, and then 24 for days and nights afterwards.
-No strict role limit, but like the last song mafia no more than 20 people.
-No out-of-thread communication, please.
-No lyricless songs. If you really must have a non-English song you must have translated lyrics available. If you don't have them, I won't accept your song.
-Though Youtube links are optional you MUST provide a link to the lyrics at the very least.
-Be active! I will do inactive kills. If there's any reason you can't participate let me know ahead of time if you can.
-You MAY NOT use a song that has been used in a previous Song Choice Mafia

Have at it, my lovelies~
 
Agalloch - Not Unlike the Waves

Aurora swims in the ether,
Emerald fire scars the night sky.

Sólstafir!

Amber streams from Sol
Are not unlike the waves
Of the sea, nor the endless horizon of ice.

Sólstafir!

Aurora swims in the ether,
Emerald fire paints the twilight.

Heidrun bleeds the golden nectar
For the rising sun and the moon.
The midnight wolves who watch over the dawn,
The golden dawn.

Sólstafir!
 
Switch. Rains of Castamere, The Nationals. (From Game of Thrones)

And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere.
But now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear.
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear.
If you've read the books you'll know it... but it's about two lords, Lannister and Reyne. Both use the sigil of the lion, Lannister is gold, Reyne Red. Reyne rebelled against Lannister and Lannister destroyed the entire Reyne line. He killed the entire house.
 
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Hmm... I'm having trouble deciding which song to use. Oh well. There'll most likely be a fifth song choice mafia after this, so I'll get to use my other choice then.

Oh it's tough to be a god from the movie The Road to El Dorado.
 
Completely stealing Zero Moment's song that he ditched. But. In. ACAPELLA. And I have the lyrics too.

I hate a moral coward, one who lacks a manly spark
I just detest a man afraid to go home in the dark
I always spend my evening where there's women wine and song
but like a man I always bring my little wife along!

I'm a member of the midnight crew
I'm a night owl and a wise bird too
Home with the milk in the morning
Singing the same old soooong~
Rise with the moon go to bed with the sun
Hurry to bed and you'll miss all the fun
Bring your wife and trouble, it will never trouble you
Make her a member of the midnight crew!

The fun it doesn't stop 'til 12 on happy old broadway
So what's the use of going home, until the break of day?
Now, something confidential,w hisper not above a breath,
I once went home at 2 AM and scared my wife to death!


I'm a member of the midnight crew
I'm a night owl and a wise bird too
Home with the milk in the morning
Singing the same old soooong~
Rise with the moon go to bed with the sun
Hurry to bed and you'll miss all the fun
Bring your wife and trouble, it will never trouble you
Make her a member of the midnight crew!

I shall never forget the night I made the Six Rappers' Run
Although I didn't have a knife, a blackjack, or a gun
I proved myself a hero of a very high degree
I ran for home, and six of them, were running after me!


I'm a member of the midnight crew
I'm a night owl and a wise bird too
Home with the milk in the morning
Singing the same old soooong~
Rise with the moon go to bed with the sun
Hurry to bed and you'll miss all the fun
Bring your wife and trouble, it will never trouble you
Make her a member of the midnight crew!
 
Speed the Collapse

All the way from where we came,
we built a mansion in a day,
distant lightning, thunder claps,
watched our neighbors house collapse,
looked the other way,

And then the storm was overhead,
All the ocean's boil and river's bled.
We auctioned off our memories in the absence of a breeze.
Scatter what remains, scatter what remains.

Pushed away and I'm pulled toward,
a come down of revolving doors.
Every warning we ignored,
drifting in from distant shores.
The wind presents a change of course,
second record in a sorts.
We were wasted waiting for
a come down of revolving doors.

Fame don't follow me.

And when the days that followed past,
in another mansion built to last.
From our window we could see,
only possibilities down the road and back.

But, then the storm returned for more,
in a come down of revolving doors.
Auction off our memories in the absence of a breeze.
Scatter what remains, scatter what remains.

Pushed away and I'm pulled toward,
a come down of revolving doors.
Every warning we ignored,
drifting in from distant shores.
The wind presents a change of course,
second record in a sorts.
We were wasted waiting for
a come down of revolving doors.

Fame don't follow me.
Fame don't follow me.
Fame don't follow me.
Fame don't follow me.
 
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