This is the song I sang about Bad Grief when we passed the $200 fundraising milestone (at around 3:28:00 in the Daniilionaire marathon). Lyrics under the cut :-)
The Scourge of the Gorkhon Town (by rathologic, after "The Star of the County Down")
By a warehouse south of the park in the Mouth
That September that went awry
From an alley free came an NPC
And he smiled as he passed me by
He looked so grand from the knife in his hand
To his skirt and his short red hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there
From Stamatin’s Loft to the Bone Stake Lot
And the Polyhedron’s crown
No maid I’ve seen like the red Bad Grief
That I met in the Gorkhon town
As he onward went, sure I scratched my skin
And I coughed with a feeling rare
And I say, says I, to a passer-by
"Who's the Bound with the bright-red hair?"
He smiles at me, and he says, says he
"That's a vile and heartless clown
Grigory Filin, from the criminal village
He's the scourge of the Gorkhon town."
From the Abattoir to the Stillwater
And the Polyhedron’s crown
No maid I’ve seen like the red Bad Grief
That I met in the Gorkhon town
At the Humble square he’ll be surely there
So I'll dress in protective clothes
With my bandage right and my saint in sight
For a cure from my bright-red rose
No meat I'll smoke, no bulls I'll yoke
Till my veins they are rust-colored brown
Till a healing gleam, in my own bloodstream
Flows the Scourge of the Gorkhon Town
From the Tadpole Yard to the Broken Heart
And the Polyhedron’s crown
No maid I’ve seen like the red Bad Grief
That I met in the Gorkhon town
From the Shekhen yurt to the Theatre
And the Polyhedron’s crown
No maid I’ve seen like the red Bad Grief
That I met in the Gorkhon town
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