paramours Making love in the brewing night Till dawn they enjoy each other While being a mirrors magic sight And when someone dies A threnody sounds from the towers
A dark night in paradise, the moon was on the rise Yon can hear the cries when someone dies On the scaffold in the valley of the king The knights turned
) THE CHRONICLES OF WAR: ??? THE WAR TESTAMENT OF CAYLEN-TOR (ON THE NIGHT OF THE BLOODYING OF SWORDS): O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night
on this night Pieces of light There on this night Pieces of light Christmas has come Christmas has come The world that she sees The world that she sees On this night
And though she walks the forest trails She's far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path Where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration the tower
witchcraft there From the stained chapel to the statued lawn In Caprineum on the lake To the still lit crypts and the slit of dawn Sliding down the towers
Word to blue magic - step right up - and see the likwit crew Hurry hurry, get your tickets, stand in line After the show it's at the towers on sunset
the night by myself not a dwarf not an elf not a goblin in sight That girl had 7 little men working day and night just for her Oh sure the queen gave
gotta do this right If we don't screw up we could save his life Then this could be the night, When children rule the world This could be the night, the night
moves, call me the mayor Monday night you know things change with time Magic City back lookin' like eighty-nine All my homies on the southside up in the Ritz Tuesday night
the sky Flying pyramids, see their power shoot the stars They want our lands, they want to see us die Lasers flash in the night, faster than the speed
of the forests sons The howling of the wolves become a macabre litany Premonitions, obscure premonitions crawl in the night air Built on dragon's bones the imposing tower
watch with his magic prism eyes He views all his lands and is already aware Of the three helpless invaders trapped in his lair} Brooding in the tower
all day, and I balls all night They call me snoop dogg and everybody know I love to hustle and ball The season gettin tragic we lost to the magic And
mockery give us an hour for magic We of the purple glove We of the starling flight & velvet hour We of arabic pleasures's breed We of sundome & the night
there's a blur drizzle down the plateglass as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night air and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon rollin
walks the forest trails She's far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration The tower
