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*** Courtesans of Doom Lyrics: In the shadows of Arroyo, the wasteland is breathing, Under pale gray skies, the old world is bleeding. Footsteps in dust where the memories decay, Whispers of home just fade away. Under the tent where they once would pray, Echoes of sorrow won’t fade away. Faithless and damned, I feel them around, Among the ashes of a broken ground. From the Vault to this nightmare, I remain, Treading through fire, through sorrow and pain. Among the ruins where dead shadows glide, The silence of doom sings where angels have died. Jagged sun above, through Den I stride, Where the lost and the faithless try to hide. Lara’s cold promise burns like the night, At Tubby’s arms, I prepare to fight. Even Metzger never knew what struck his head, I pull out Vic, drag him from the shed. Weapons fall silent, freedom sparks alight, Culling the church gang in the dead of night. From the Vault to this nightmare, I remain, Treading through fire, through sorrow and pain. Among the ruins where dead shadows glide, The silence of doom sings where angels have died. Through New Reno’s sins, I wander alone, In the heart of decay, I’ve made it my home. Nobody knows what festers down below, Now even the mobsters greet me with warm hellos. In San Fran’s halls, the Brotherhood of Steel, Let their surgeons cut so my body can heal. I’m hunting the GECK through the dust and despair, Through Navarro’s gates, I found my way. From the Vault to this nightmare, I remain, Carved by the fire, baptized by the pain. Among the ruins where dead shadows glide, A silence of truth sings where angels have died. Far from the harbor, the ship is moving, Through crimson tides where lost dreams are blooming. The island erased, and terror is gone, I left the vagrants be, and they drifted on.