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