The sword and shield were passed to me
I turned the clock back,one
two
three
the silver chalice swung around
and poured the seasons on the ground
one for old and ragged dreams
two for nothing as it seems
three for grief and jealousy
portals open up to free
fiery arcs across the sun
let's go back to number one
pick the lock and let me in
you don't know the pain I've been
on the dark side of the moon
I recite a fatal rune
sounding forth the end of time
all because
you won't be mine!
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