Every year, the fairy Kelli would lay silver petals onto a small patch of basement floor near the furnace, deep in the grimehouse. In years past, when the grimehouse was just a pleasant field, her lover had died there. His wounds were just too grave, and as she cradled him and wept, he told her to keep vigil, he swore he would return to her one day, on this very spot, if she would just wait. So wait she did. She made herself a mound and settled in
They say that field was haunted and that anyone who tried
To dare and build a thing upon it met ill fate in all due time
Finally a factory of black steel, men, and fire
Was erected on that spot and roared it's smoke into the sky
Workers sweated, died there, and some say that if you drop
An ageless girl with wings appears
With water, grace, and song
One day a young new hire full of pamphlets, full of blaze
Talked of unions, revolutions, workers rights, and strikes, and pay
Rise up now oh workers we unite upon this land
The toil of our hands, as comrades we stand
Rise up now oh workers, side by side we all shall rise
Our dear union's might will triumph this night
The bosses killed the young man but his books just disappeared
It was Kelli, and she read them
Every word and shed a tear
After that the men swore when the ageless girl showed up
That now her first was in the air, she sung of workers rising up
The grimehouse revolution, what a sight it was to see
The bosses hired an army
To bring the workers to their knees
They say it was like magic, like the factory came alive
Fought alongside with the workers, and turned the war's fierce tide
They say that field was haunted and that anyone who tried
To dare and build a thing upon it met ill fate in all due time
Finally a factory of black steel, men, and fire
Was erected on that spot and roared it's smoke into the sky
Workers sweated, died there, and some say that if you drop
An ageless girl with wings appears
With water, grace, and song
One day a young new hire full of pamphlets, full of blaze
Talked of unions, revolutions, workers rights, and strikes, and pay
Rise up now oh workers we unite upon this land
The toil of our hands, as comrades we stand
Rise up now oh workers, side by side we all shall rise
Our dear union's might will triumph this night
The bosses killed the young man but his books just disappeared
It was Kelli, and she read them
Every word and shed a tear
After that the men swore when the ageless girl showed up
That now her first was in the air, she sung of workers rising up
The grimehouse revolution, what a sight it was to see
The bosses hired an army
To bring the workers to their knees
They say it was like magic, like the factory came alive
Fought alongside with the workers, and turned the war's fierce tide
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