FILK: Oh, men of dark and dismal fate

[lucky_kari]

No: HPFGUIDX 35929

Voldemort is about to meet his end, but he suddenly throws down his 
wand, and begins to sing.

Voldemort: Oh, men of dark and dismal fate, 
Forgo your cruel employ, 
Have pity on my lonely state, 
I am an orphan boy!

Dumbledore/McGonagall: An orphan boy?
Voldemort: An orphan boy!
The Old Gang: How sad, an orphan boy.

Voldemort: These DEs whom you see 
Are all I have to call my own!
Gang: Poor fellow!

Voldemort: Take them away from me, 
And I shall be indeed alone.
Gang: Poor fellow! 
See at our feet they kneel; 
Our hearts we cannot steel 
Against the sad, sad tale of the lonely orphan boy!

Voldemort: I'm telling a terrible story 
Since I murdered my father so gory.
But they would have ended this grand occupation,
And thwarted my world domination,
If I hadn't, in elegant diction, 
Indulged in an innocent fiction, 
Which is not in the same category 
As a telling a regular terrible story.

ENSEMBLE

DEs (aside)                      The Old Gang(aside)
                                                 
He is telling a terrible story,  If he's telling a terrible story.
Which will tend to diminish his  He shall die by a death that is 
glory.                           gory.
Though they would have ended     He'll find himself dying by 
this grand occupation,           assasination.
And thwarted his world           To pay for his vile fabrication.
domination.

DEs and the Old Gang:
It is easy, in elegant diction. 
To call it an innocent fiction, 
But it comes in the same category 
As telling a regular terrible story.

Voldemort et all:
It is easy, in elegant diction. 
To call it an innocent fiction, 
But it comes in the same category 
As telling a regular story.

Dumbledore: Although our dark crusade 
At times involves some dirty dealing (looks at Snape), 
We'd rather think that we're 
Not altogether void of feeling. 
Although we live in strife, 
We're sorry still to enter in it.
For what, we ask, is life 
Without a touch of Poetry in it? 

     (all kneel)

ALL: 
Hail, Poetry, thou heav'n-born maid! 
Thou gildest e'en the wizard's trade. 
Hail, flowing fount of sentiment! 
All hail, all hail, divine emollient! 

(all rise)

Dumbledore: You may go, for you're at liberty, 
Our righteous rules protect you, 
And honorary members of our gang we do elect you!

Lucius Malfoy: For he is an orphan boy!
All: He is! Hurrah for the orphan boy!

Voldemort: And it sometimes is a useful thing 
To be an orphan boy.

All: It is! Hurrah for the orphan boy! 
Hurrah for the orphan boy! 

Eileen