Apocalypse in 9, 8


With the guards of Magog, swarming around,
The Pied Piper takes his children underground
Dragons coming out of the sea,
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me
He brings down the fire from the skies,
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise
It won't be easy
666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune
And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true,
I've been so far from here,
Far from your loving arms,
Now I'm back again, and babe it's gonna work out fine







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