Chords for A PURPOSE FOR NEW LONDON | Faith vs Order - Frostpunk Rap Battle!

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_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
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_ [Bb] _ [Gm] Gather brothers, gather sisters, [Cm] soothe your blisters by the fire,
Though our bones may ache and groan, we know our spirits never tire.
[Gm] The temperature's low, [Eb] but our purpose is much higher,
[Cm] What's behind us mustn't blind us to divineness that transpires.
Now [Gm] as fires have expired, [Cm] will you rest in each of you?
_ London's not a place it wasn't left beneath our boots,
[G] And by grace we have been blessed with [Cm] that most elegant a truth.
You stand here not abandoned, but as testament and proof.
[G] For a city is its people [Cm] and its people are its heart,
Stood together against the weather, against the coming of the dark.
Ere [Gm] a lantern has been lit with [Cm] so righteous a spark,
When providence claimed continents, but provided us an ark.
[Gm] We moved north [Cm] as awful forceful storms removed borders,
Forced to leave the warmth behind, and daylight hours grew [Gm] shorter.
Unable to read at [Cm] night, the people might dispute law books,
Ushering the death of joy, division made a new [Gm] order.
Brute force and discipline ensures [Cm] all the citizens are chipping in,
[G] Sufficiently under threat of [Gm] imprisonment.
Liberties prohibited, retired, it's [C] mandatory compliance [Cm] now.
To keep the fire [C] alight, we need to stamp [Eb] any defiance out.
We [Gm] can ill afford the price [G] of human rights, nor pay the [Cm] cost of anger,
So we stifle scrutinizing eyes, astray with [Gm] propaganda.
The only way that we can [Cm] pull through is under cruel rule.
If a single person falls out of line, we all [Gm] do.
Morning, covering, [Cm] evening, _ bread,
We still battle for a season fair.
[Gm] We still hold in the freezing _ air,
For [Cm] a summer that's not even there.
If [Gm] that sun would rise [Cm] on our horizon,
We march on despite the skies,
[G] And find that we'll [Eb] _
progress so [Cm] well worn,
Brought us no shelter from [Gm] the storm.
[G] I have heard that [Cm] there are those who would defy us,
Who would use [G] oppression or ascension [Eb] for the pious,
[Gm] Dissidents without repent, depend on questioning the diest.
[Cm] Was did I in this pariahs and their heretic [C] messiah,
Winter [Gm] blizzards to infinity.
[Eb] So sing the [Cm] hymns and litanies, hand in and skin the [G] sinners,
If you wish to skim [Gm] divinity.
Each shiver will deliver us, [Cm]
deliverance in time,
Earn the innocence for penitence [Dm] if we preempt [Eb] the crime.
I'm [Gm] protector of the truth, [G] great erector of the [Cm] new faith,
Defectors and objectors can expect a second [G] doomsday.
Unquestioning our destiny, [Cm]
relentless we pursue faith,
Forlorn I have been chosen to be spoken through by true [Gm] grace.
_ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ Frozen omens say we should invoke another [Gm] crusade.
We rush to crush the [Cm] scent from those who claim we must repent,
How could a benevolent god subject us to such [Gm] events?
Against the elements, precious [Cm] seconds each of us has spent,
Completing public penance could have been invested, putting up the [Gm] tents.
Pragmatism's born of pessimism, [Cm] not a full-blown pestilence,
Infecting [Eb] desperate residents with [Gm] false hope.
Now they've sworn oaths and [Eb] pledged commitment [Cm] to a cult,
No mercy will be shown or [Dm] quarter given,
[Cm] Fetch the coiled [G] rope and hang them by the necks until [Cm] it's taught.
The lesson learned is certain, no forgiveness for giving attention to those worthless [G] sermons.
No measure of faith will [Cm] keep you warm or sate your appetite,
So pray heed the warning or we may just have to tax you [Gm] like_
Gathering our [Cm] evening bread, we still battle for a season fair.
[Gm] We still [Gm] huddle in the freezing air, for [Cm] a summer that's not even there.
[G] If that sun won't rise [Eb] on our [Cm] horizon, we march on [Eb]
despite the skies,
And [G] find that we are a [Eb] _
[Cm] progress so well worn, brought us no shelter from [G] the storm.
Now the wall of the walls is closed and [Cm] its pages shine a light,
As the people fill the shrines in line with my divine right.
[Gm] This battlement of sacraments [Cm] has chatteled to our right,
The sect religious and recalcitrant shall vow all faith to [Gm] smite.
As non-believers shine to save us, we [Eb] shall greet their cheek [Cm] with grievance.
In this ceaseless season, we redeem [Eb] the meek with bleak [Gm] obedience.
Seeking each unheeding heathen, see [Eb] them bleed or plead [Cm] allegiance.
Blessed be relief from freedom, lest [Dm] ye feel the need [Eb] for treason.
Since [Gm] the precept was decreed, [Cm] certainty was predetermined.
Mere herds of sheep are people, thus they need to be subservient.
These [Gm] so turbulent of [Cm] firmament, the worst of men survive.
Pray the mercy may preserve us once we touch the other side.
Thank [G] _ you _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ so much for watching [Eb] and a massive thank you to [C] 11-Bit Studios [G] for sponsoring this video.
Frostpunk genuinely was my game of the year last year,
so I'm thrilled to be able to return to the world of New London [C] for this project.
All the info about the game [A] can be found [Cm] in the links below.
Do be sure to check out Dan Bull's upload of this video with an alternate ending
and let us know in the comments which laws you'd [Gm] be signing.
And if you enjoyed the video, then please do check [Cm] out my playlist for more,
including my other Frostpunk song.
[A] And like, comment, [Eb] subscribe, ring the bell, all the other things I'm supposed to tell you to do.
In the meantime, [Cm] thanks for [Gm] watching, _ bye!
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