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Awaken the Black Queen

DO you mean it? Do you mean IT? Do you MEAN it? Why don't YOU mean it?  Why do I follow you and where do you go?   You've seen nothing like it, no never in your life Like going up to Nimbus, and then coming back alive, Let me tell you all about it - I'll give you a little more time to choose   Water babies sing in the Lilypool delights Blue mortal monkeys pray for the coming of the Light   Here comes the Black Queen poking at the Pile Fighting for the Black Queen and marching single file Take this! Take that! Bring them down to size!   The March to the Black Queen   Put them in the cellar with the naughty boys Little bits of sugar, then rub-a-dub with Baby oil Black on, black on, every fingernail and toe   The rhyme is gone, the time has come to take it back to Hom   Make this! Make that! Keep making all that noise!   Then march to the Black Queen!   Now I've got a belly full of the sugar chile. Ride with me my ladies, ride with me a while.   A voice from the Veils reminds me, spread your wings you are a fallen angel Deliver at the speed of light, that which from Nimbus fell Every stone thus bears a will, and a why and a wherefore   In each and every soul lies a man, and very soon he'll deceive and discover But even to the end of his life, he'll be the starcrossed lover   She guides with her left hand, she rules by my right She masters all darkness, She's the queen of the night She has all power given   Beware the march of the Black Queen   All life is in your hands for she'll fo and she'll fie Then you'll do as she bids you, and in her hands, you'll lie.   He will be her bad boy, she'll make him use his bad toys They'll do the Will of the Black Queen Walking true to style, she's vulgar, abusive, vile They'll fight for the Black Queen, tattoos on all her files She boils and she bakes, and she never dots her I's The Risen Pamphlycites will feed her growing army's size.   Forget the Blinn sing-a-longs and your Eldrin lullabies Surrender to the swarms of the throngs of fireflies Or call for the devil in beat with the band To rain hell with all of you, walking hand in hand And thus bring time unto its final end   For it's time to be gone forever

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