Voice of an angel
From within her IT would flow
Sibyl the prophetess
Oh the places she could go
Hair of fire
Skin of burnished gold
Yesterday and tomorrow
Sibyl aft and foretold
You have to be a dancer
If you wish to see the future
Goes one melodic line from her
You're dancing now
Each and every one
But only a few will arrive and truly understand
Time is a circle
Sings the oracle
Time is a circle
It always comes back
Time is a circle
Sings the oracle
It always comes back
Sibyl holding court
Surrounded by a pack

There's a story that's never been found
Mighty warriors on the march
Golden haired and outward bound
Led by the divine force of Evil and Good
The original necromancer
Cloaked as usual in a mysterious hood

There's a story that they've rarely seen
Of a distant land forested in the purest green
A place unspoiled by trains trucks or cars
Where a two-toned sky dances without stars

Time is a circle it always comes back
Put that in your funky pipe and smoke it
Smiling Jack

There will be a decisive end to your deceiving game
I'm going to destroy you absolutely 
With the power of 
The ONE with The NAME

I am the malefic Versifier 
NecroWmancer


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