More Musical Inspiration...

The first appearance of this feature all year, and I have to admit, I'm not so sure the song will do much for the average GM.
This Saturday's offering comes from The Prodigy, (not the rapper "Prodigy," but the British dance music outfit.) "Diesel Power" has, since I first heard it while messing with gaming stuff, evoked the image of a fantasy/cyberpunkish rapper/dancer competing in underground literal rap 'battles' which combine rapping with combat, and the better you can incorporate the percussion of hits with the beat of your song, the more props you get.
All kinds of weird stuff. Visually, I'm getting a Full Metal Alchemist vibe, so maybe that will help you get what I'm saying...except mix it with something akin to D&D Bard.

Having said all that, I can't find a full vocal mix of the song, and the originals have been stripped by a Music Group for copyright reasons, so check it out, if you can find the original...

...and instead I present to you something darker, and more suited to a mystery/horror campaign. Perhaps Ravenloft or a World of Darkness game.
This song gives you a full plot outline, and I can see it played out in a variety of rules-sets with minimal work.

Cradle of Filth has many evocative songs that tend to grab my imagination when it comes to gaming, and I have used a few of them as adventure ideas, though I've not gotten around to using this.
Though it's probably imagined, I always get Victorian-esque mental imagery when correlating their music with gaming, making me think Dogs in the Vineyard might be a fun alternative system for running adventures based off CoF music.

"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But oh, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..."

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped and left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me for
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

A Queen of Snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare

She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog

Her ghost in the fog

*As always, I don't own this, blah blah blah.

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