The song he sang was surfaces
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Nothing deeper than a child knows
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He could sing sand into pearls
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So the saying goes
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Some said he was a sorcerer
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Or a warrior chief
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But he was the stealer of souls
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The lord of Chaos reaps
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And he's frozen in a time trap
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Slowly losing power
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And he's frightened if he makes a move
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The dream will soon turn sour
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Sprawling in a Ruby Throne
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Head cupped in his hands
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The lord of dragons, Elric's thoughts
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Were of quests to far off lands
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A black sword was at his side
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Murmuring in its scabbard cold
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Waiting for the moment to arrive
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To drink the very essence of soul
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He did not know that the sword he'd hold
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Would turn his priceless empire into fool's gold
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The truth, the shadow of the sword will hide
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Til it's too late, a traitor at his side
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And as he gazes from his ruby throne
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He's growing restless of the life he's sown
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To get away, embark on a quest
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And put his powers of sorcery to the test
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The drugs he takes to keep himself awake
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lose their effect, he can no longer wait
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To find the sword and gain more power
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And make his move before the dream turns sour
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Elric The Enchanter
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| Hawkwind |
