(E. Bloom - M. Moorcock - J. Trivers)
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I have this feeling that my luck is none too good
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This sword here at my side don't act the way it should
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Keeps calling me its master, but I feel like its slave
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Hauling me faster and faster to an early, early grave
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And it howls, it howls like hell
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I'm told it's my duty to fight against the law
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That wizardry's my trade and I was born to wade through gore
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I just want to be a lover, not a red-eyed screaming ghoul
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I wish it'd picked another to be its killing tool
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Black blade! Black blade!
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Forged a billion years ago
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Black blade! Black blade!
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Killing so its power can grow
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There's death from the beginning to the end of time
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And I'm the cosmic champion and I hold a mystic sign
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And the whole world's dying and the burdens mine
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And the black sword keeps on killing 'til the end of time
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Black blade! Black blade!
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Bringing chaos to the world we know
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Black blade! Black blade!
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And its using me to kill my friends
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Black blade! Black blade!
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Getting stronger so the world will end
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Black blade! Black blade!
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Forcing my mind to bend and bend
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The black blade
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Forged a million billion years ago
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My cosmic sword goes on for eternity
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Carving out destiny
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Bringing in the lords of chaos
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Bringing up the beasts of Hades
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Sucking out the souls of heroes
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Laying waste to knights and ladies
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My master is my slave
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Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
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Black Blade
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| Blue Oyster Cult |
