The Count from Pillaging Villagers by Pillaging Villagers

This world is archaic, inefficient, obsolete
Reliant on a vile peasantry
But I will be its savior, a visionary mind
Behold the genius of my factory
At first, it will seem inhuman, turning men into machines
Cogs in my glorious factory’s design
Blood oils the gears of progress, suffering fuels the rise of man
By history’s judgment, the glory shall be mine
Idiotic rubes!
They prefer to till their fields!
Without a source of labor
Who will turn the factry’s wheels?
To meet my targets
I must get production underway
If they will not work willingly
I’ll force them to obey
Industry shall cleanse this world in fire
Glorious ash and smog shall fill the skies
This medieval world I'll grind to dust
And from its grave a modern world shall rise
I am the beacon leading mankind to the light
So follow me
Into the future
I am the fire burning brightly in the night
So follow me
Into the future
Through his control of the courts
The Count forces debtors to work
Slowly, but surely, the factory’s staffed with his slaves
A sweltering, windowless nightmare
The prisoners are shackled in place
Where these unlucky few work the rest of their mis’rable days
Ancient forests are cut
While pristine rivers choke with sludge
Crops fail and livestock die in droves
We must resist this madman!
Noncompliant serfs!
Such unimportant lives!
Rather than see my dream attained
They’d all prefer to die
The workers insufficient
The plants in disarray
If they will not work willingly
I’ll force them to obey
Industry shall cleanse this world in fire
Glorious ash and smog shall fill the skies
This medieval world I'll grind to dust
And from its grave a modern world shall rise
I am the beacon leading mankind to the light
So follow me
Into the future
I am the fire burning brightly in the night
So follow me
Into the future

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