soon turn sour Sprawling in a Ruby Throne Head cupped in his hands The Lord of Dragons, Elric's thoughts Were of quests to far off lands The Black Sword
So you're alive, I thought you was done So you're alive, I thought you was done I'm gonna bring you down with my needle gun Feel my pin-prick tattoo
Sinking deeper beneath the waves Mind now resigned, accepts his fate Ancient alliance creeps into his thoughts Unbid to him comes a rune once taught
With your white arms wrapped around me And locked in embrace so cold We slept a thousand years or more To awake in a land of gold Where, the king of the
could not see What was this kind of sorcery? I heard a murmuring in the night Black swords hanging cold as ice Will they lead me to paradise? Take up the sword
Fire of destiny Fire of reality Zarozinia The burning of flesh Flames loving caress Zarozinia Water from a thousand tears Feeling of a thousand years
Yet year on year the greedy tide Swelled from the west unsatisfied And ever with impatient fret Gnawed at the human banquet And many with madness in
Перевод: Hawkwind. Хроника Черного Меча.
