I'm the father of a bastard child and I'm not talking about my daughter. I feel that my head's on the chopping block, like a lamb being led. Being led to slaughter.
Believe in magic. believe in lore, legend and myth. And the hand that guides. in the cunning if hope. in the weaving of dreams. And the lady of the lake.
Run you ragged. Torn and jagged. Sharp tongued, ripped and ragged. Couldn't find the party line. Gee whiz, it's happy time. Mirror, mirror, reflects me hazy.