Aznagel The Mage
Woven deep beneath the caves of melted steelÂÂ
Stalks a Mage, a necromancer heel,ÂÂ
Tortured runic clasps of Aztecetian skill,ÂÂ
The condor flies scared skies in scorch of Aznageel.ÂÂ
Below the sun his withered weasel scurries deep.ÂÂ
The streams of doom contrive to kiss his sculptured feet.ÂÂ
His raven legs all churned and ruined through towers of prideÂÂ
Above the sun the princely guardian condor flies.ÂÂ
A beauty ruby fain it's worth twelve lives or more.ÂÂ
He stammers as he slugs over the staggered floor.ÂÂ
A chilled moment his dolphin eyes maul jewels of warÂÂ
O joy the sunlit condor unearths Aznagel's door.ÂÂ
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(S. Page/E. Robertson)
I woke up yesterday morning
Fell down two flights of stairs
Well, I thought I was wide awake
but my legs were still asleep.
Nine one one ambulance help me
but I can't reach the phone.
So I scream 'til the neighbors come over
break into my home.
I broke my back
There was nobody there to help me.
Broke my back
All the lies and deception won't change the perception that
I fell flat on my ass
I wish this had happened skydiving
that my parachute failed,
but a pair of shoes tripped me downstairs
and I lay there and wailed.
I woke up yesterday morning
Fell down two flights of stairs
Well, I thought I was wide awake
but my legs were still asleep.
Nine one one ambulance help me
but I can't reach the phone.
So I scream 'til the neighbors come over
break into my home.
I broke my back
There was nobody there to help me.
Broke my back
All the lies and deception won't change the perception that
I fell flat on my ass
I wish this had happened skydiving
that my parachute failed,
but a pair of shoes tripped me downstairs
and I lay there and wailed.