Aznagel The Mage lyrics
Song information
Artist: Marc Bolan And T. Rex Album: Prophets Seers ...
Lyrics
Woven deep beneath the caves of melted steel Stalks a mage, a necromancer heel Tortured runic clasps of aztecetian skill The condor flies scared skies in search of aznageel
Below the sun his withered weasel scurries deep The streams of doom contrive to kiss his sculptured feet His raven legs all churned and ruined through towers of pride Above the sun the princely guardian condor flies
A beauty ruby fain it's worth twelve lives or more He stammers as he slugs over the staggered floor A chilled moment his dolphin eyes maul jewels of war O joy the sunlit condor unearths aznagel's door
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