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Gallowmere

I have come to claim my throne again
Seek revenge on you Sir Fortesque
Though my army is beyond the grave
I shall cast a spell and watch them
Rise
 
I call upon them to return
Break from your graves unholy ones!
 
My name is Zarok the sorcerer
I just want to take back what's mine
Lead my militia to overthrow this realm
You have intruded on sacred ground
Unaware of the magic it beholds
 
I have been TO HELL AND now I'm
BACK
I will show no mercy, so beware!
May the demonds fallbefore you now
Like the wheat before the sharpened
Scythe
 
You may have won the battle now
But I shall surely win the war!
 
My name is Zarok the sorcerer
I just want to take back what's mine
Lead my militia to overthrow this realm
You have intruded on sacred ground
Unaware of the magic it beholds
 
You have been defeated, cast aside
This is my domain so don't return
I have achieved immortality
Thanks to you beloved Gallowmere
 
Now on to take over the world
This time my mission will succeed!
 
My name is Zarok the sorcerer
I just want to take back what's mine
Lead my militia to overthrow this realm
You have intruded on sacred ground
Unaware of the magic it beholds
 
My name is Zarok the sorcerer
I just want to take back what's mine
Lead my militia to overthrow this realm
You have intruded on sacred ground
Unaware of the magic it beholds
 

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Zeit der Irren und Idioten

Es ist wie Sommer heut im Mai.
Die Nutten haben hitzefrei.
Die Polizei putzt ihre Scheiben.
Die Heiratsschwindler übertreiben.
Die Stadt riecht schweißig und nach Äther.
Es kichert leis der Attentäter.
Noch unentdeckt sind all die Toten.
Das ist die Zeit der Irren und Idioten.
 
Betrogne Männer gehen mit Strick
zum Stadtwald, kommen nicht zurück.
Die Nonnen lutschen an Lakritzen.
Die Mönche untern Kutten schwitzen.
Ein Onanist stiert vom Balkon.
Ein BMW fährt durch Beton.
Es sterben zwanzig Fahrradboten.
Das ist die Zeit der Irren und Idioten.
 
Ein Ex-Minister lacht verstört.
Der Mittelstand ist höchst empört.
Die Spanner liegen auf der Lauer.
Die Hochdruckzone bleibt von Dauer.
Der Asphalt hat sich hochgebogen.
Der Fliederduft setzt unter Drogen
Und jede Logik ist verboten.
Das ist die Zeit der Irren und Idioten.
 
Ein Säufer hat sich stumm gegrölt.
Die Hausfrau hat sich eingeölt.
Selbst nachts bleibt diese Affenhitze
über der Stadt wie eine Mütze.
Es wird verrückt selbst der Solide.
Dann häufen sich die Suizide.
Touristen kotzen von den Booten.
Das ist die Zeit der Irren und Idioten.
 

An Englishman In New York

Demented New York athletes staggering round the block
Deforned Chicanos pour in, Chicago's rolling stock
Digital bathrooms drilling for furs
Surgical stockings marked his and hers
Guggenheim attitudes back to back
With Jewish Baroque
 
No way street
No way street
Happy to see you, have a nice day!
 
Defecting Russian dancers dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red
From the land of blue rinse
They boggle at menus in Olde English verse
'Ode to a burger' by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelets the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites of their eggs
The pink fillet mignon looks black on the negs
 
Strange apparatus
You've never seen
Strange apparatus, even stranger theme
Street alligators
Big Anglophile
Will navigate us through a change of style
 
I came, I saw, what manner of beast is this
New York, you talk a little bit left of center
A scream, a shout
New York is throwing its weight about
Walk tall, walk straight, spit the world right in the eye
The stranger the wood the straighter the arrow
Dismembered hopeful My-Lai veterans queuing for sleaze
'Sorry no dogs, no fags, no shriners, and no amputees'
Sexual athlete applies for audition
Willing to make it in any position
Just one of the extras with blood on their faces
In snow-white and the seven basket cases
I'm happy and dopey and dirty in places
No way street
No way street
Lock up your daughters, Avon crawling!
 
Devoted collectors of paraphernalia out walking the rock
Battle and bitch for the ultimate kitsch
of a crucifix clock
Two miniature Romans, running on rails
Appear every hour and bang in the nails
I've got to have it, Christ, I gotta be the first
on our block
 
Disturbing facts about Nazi splinter groups seen on the news
They're picketing synagogues and claiming that
Hitler was King of the Jews
Caught in the tunnel an ambulance howls
A men's room attendant is flapping his jowls
Ssshh, Howard Johnson is moving his bowels
 
Strange apparatus
You've never seen
Strange apparatus, even stranger theme
Street alligators
Big Anglophile
Will navigate us through a change of style
Strange apparatus
You've never seen
Strange apparatus, even stranger theme
Walk straight, walk tall, spit the world right in the eye
The stranger the wood, the straighter the arrow
 
No way street
No way street
No way street...
 

SNOW

White are the far-off plains, and white
The fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree
Falls down scarce audibly.

The road before me smooths and fills
Apace, and all about
The fences dwindle, and the hills
Are blotted slowly out;
The naked trees loom spectrally
Into the dim white sky.

The meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
A silence everywhere.

Save when Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runner and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone;
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;

The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne, echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield;

Then all is silent and the snow falls
Settling soft and slow
The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth and sky
The world seems shrouded, far away.

Its noises sleep, and I as secret as
Yon buried stream plod dumbly on and dream.

I dream....

Fingertips

We were running from the waves on the shallows
Trying to keep ourselves alone and out of sight
All right, all right, all right
You were talking about the night when I cashed out
Traded glances as I stole your lovers light
All right, all right, all right
That's how I recall it and you and I

I remember it, it was a night just like this
One of those moments that just slip
But you feel it from your heart to your fingertips, yeah
And I remember it, it was a late summer bliss
One of those moments that just slip
But you feel it from your heart to your fingertips, yeah

And I remember you, you were first on my list
One of those moments that just slip
But you feel it from your heart to your fingertips, yeah
I remember us, we were a late summer bliss
One of those moments that just slips
But you feel it from your heart to your fingertips, yeah

We were drinking from the same old glasses
That we borrowed from my roommate down the hall, hall, hall
Down the hall and you were like
I remember it, it was a night just like this
One of those moments that just slip
But you feel it from your heart to your fingertips, yeah
And I remember it, it was a late summer bliss
One of those moments that just slip
But you feel it from your heart to your fingertips, yeah