Once I heard a serpent remark,
“If you try to evoke the spark,
You can fly through the dark,
With a red midnight raven,
To rule the battleground,”
So I drew my sword and got ready,
But the Iamb ran away with the crown.
So I drew my sword and got ready,
But the lamb ran away with the crown.
Tho’ the beast within me’s a liar,
He made me glow with a strange desire,
And I rode on the fire, with a blue sacred opal
To bless the battleground,
But I turned to see its reflection,
And the lamb ran away with the crown.
But I turned to see its reflection,
And the lamb ran away with the crown.
Once a demon lived in my brow,
I screamed and wailed and I cursed out loud,
And I sailed through the clouds on ten crested cardinals
To guard my battleground,
But I laughed so hard I cried,
And the lamb ran away with the crown.
But I laughed so hard I cried,
And the lamb ran away with the crown.