death
rings her bells
through
flesh and bone
of
the
lost souls
that
dwell
through
the
furnace of hell

love
is like
a swirl of
pink cotton candy
resting
upon
a honey-coated cone
and
love is dandy
at
the
county fair

sometimes
dreams do come true
while
the
heart is pure
from
the
shining night before
only
when
i
am thinking of you
and
i am still sure
love begins with a kiss
though
you said that you loved me
darling
i
am still in love with you

through
the
quiet
atmosphere
we
only
breathe in the air
to speak
and
only
if
to say the words

oh lord
you
giveth me
a sacred holy sign
thus
i
believeth
that
you gave us
your
only begotten son
who
washed away
the
sins of the world
than
whose
fruit are we lord
until
peace be still

Sir Camelot
my lord
war has ******
herself
upon us
thus
we
need
tiffany's light to prevail
thus
to win
the
battle of Nottingham
we
must bring
the battlefield
to
the edge of night
until
we
conquer
the
forces of darkness
from
every corner of this sweet earth
and
to
secure a place in time
for
glory to shine her golden wings
we shall
we must
be brave royal knights

oh lord
when
i
leaped
until
i
landed
upon
the
red rose
tossed from the hills
lying in the winter's snow
but
i
did not know
that
lovely rose
had
nowhere to go