ÄNGLARNAS SÅNGBOK

A STORY TOLD

THEODORE, ENDYMION:
We are friends, are we not?
And our interests are the same
We collaborate
And we trust in fate to carry out our plans
There are ends we've all got
That can justify the means
We negotiate
Then fabricate the facts behind the scenes
Keeping out all the details out and secrets hidden
Safe in the knowledge of those you trust
Because history is a story told
by the winners of the fight
You imply a little
Lie a little
Try a little
Who's gonna question what happens to a
worthless demon?
Not the allies, or a wizard
Or another nephilim

So we all are agreed
Let's be vigilant and wise
We must all pretend our naive demon
was caught in his own lies
For our plan to succeed must share
but one belief
Demetrius Cadogan stays and ends his days
Inside the dungeons of the Angel Hunters headquarters
Where the softest things he'll touch are stones and darkness
Deep in the mountain and the dragons keep
Because history is a story told by the men who make the laws
We supply a little lie
To help the gatekeeper of Hell to accept a little favour
What will become of the demons who fashioned Demetrius end?
They'll be rich and well respected
And no more rejected at our table
I'll be a comfort in her grief and anguish
Soon I'll be Cordelia's ever faithful husband
Every night
And a part of me wishes my brother didn't have to languish
But I can see it's him or me
Let him sit in that cell and rot till he's forgot
Let him rot!

BÅDA:
History's a story told by the people who survive

THEODORE, ENDYMION:
Let me sign and then initial
It's the truth if it's officially the story
What if the cost is just one young demon
So two more can survive?
He's a price we have to pay
To live and fight another day for honour and glory
He was standing in the way of precious justice set sail
So goes the story
Stick to the story

BÅDA:
Here ends the story!