All hail to theLordsofthe Ring. To the magic and mystery they bring. To the music in their story All hail to theLordsofthe Ring. To the magic and mystery they bring. To the lands of ancient
the television. Throwaway youth. ya gotta take a stand. Music is your only weapon. Spanners. in the works go start your gang. New church. Join the New Church. Be a Lord OfThe New Church. Lords
I speak the truth, I dare not tell a lie. One child is in fits, the other child dies. Now the yellow bird sits upon her finger. The yellow bird a specter lost to linger God hates theLordsof
(Bator/James). Seducer. I heard the devil curse/I recognized my name. Immaculate deception/I prophesyed my fame. Seducer. My slight-of-hand genius/you fell under the spell. My scientific
the kiss of death. I love the pleasure and I love the pain. I am the kiss of death. Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum. I smell the blood of an Englishman. I wanna love ya' in the ultimate fashion. I'm only guilty of a
like an angel to the sun. My feet are burning and I *** into another world With the lord ofthe boards, you'll come and get around. With the lord ofthe boards, you'll come and get around. With the
(Bator/James). The city eats it's children of dust from the cradle to grave. Drag their captives through the deep-sleeps of life. Ghosts of. dream-dwelling slaves. The stranger scares the
(Bator/James). If you're living outside ofthe law. Run to your hole-in-the-wall. Bohemian hideout, a smugglers' inn. Find safety and refuge within. Strangers' bazzar. Doesn't matter who you
. Nuclear. politicians picture show. The acting's lousy but the blind don't. know. They scare us all with threats of war. So we forget. just how bad things are. You taste the fear when you're all
(Bator/James). A Roman is invading Britain after hundreds of year. With a pope. star's world tour amidst fanatical tears. A false prophet, the. bible warns us. Who's wearing a crown. Deceiving
Lipstick killers of London Town. The street-beat cool of New York City. The cat walks in Gay Paree'. Struttin'through towns without pity. Nighstalkers/We are the streetwalkers. Just you and me/A menace
shall be our finest hour. The end, and the start of our dream. Chorus. Our time will come. Thy will be done. So many times we've come so close. You were my Cleopatra, I'm great Caesar's Ghost. My
