Lyrics: https://genius.com/Dirt-poor-robins-enchante-lyrics Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté Every myth to crack its lips Has nothing more to say It's okay, it's okay, it's okay If we can't raise the dead We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise We're gonna raise hell instead
Additional prompt: This song has SO much going on. Stained glass angels? Guarded by gargoyles? Pinned like butterflies by jealous grounded men? You could honestly pull out so many different stories from the imagery in here. I could see a story about failed necromancers-turned-revolutionaries, or a character dealing with religious trauma, or simply someone who has grown past their own limits in a world full of magic and mayhem.
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XSTgVQzGEA
Lyrics: https://genius.com/Dirt-poor-robins-enchante-lyrics
Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Every myth to crack its lips
Has nothing more to say
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead
Additional prompt: This song has SO much going on. Stained glass angels? Guarded by gargoyles? Pinned like butterflies by jealous grounded men? You could honestly pull out so many different stories from the imagery in here. I could see a story about failed necromancers-turned-revolutionaries, or a character dealing with religious trauma, or simply someone who has grown past their own limits in a world full of magic and mayhem.