HORNS OF NIMON: THE MUSICAL

HORNS OF NIMON: THE MUSICAL OPENING NUMBER!

Song of Skonnos

[Sung by fat, starship guard as he herds Anethian prisoners into
holding cells on board his ship.]

In there, into your cells, of steel and air!
We must make haste, to Holy Skonnos: Empire of the Skies!

[Chorus of Anethian Slaves]
What dreadful fate, awaits, us there? We are our peoples’ sacrifice.

[Guard]
You are fools! Foolish sons and daughters of simple worlds.
Whose worth is but to do as you are told, Get in the Hold!
For you are weaklings, weak links, you’re weakling scum
Only fit to lick our boots while crawling on your tum
What sort of people sacrifice their young to please our whim?
You’re too cowardly to try to fight, your filled up to the brim
With cowardice, tepidation, lack of any balls!
When next, you’ll see unmetalled skies, you’ll stand in Skonnos’ Halls!

[Chorus of Anethian Slaves]
What dreadful fate or sacrifice, awaits us where the Nimon calls!

[Hold clangs shut during reprise of Guard’s song.]