Ancient Dreams

Mirror, mirror upon the wall
Magic demon eye
A realm of madness
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Hear the cry
The cry of tormented pain
A voice darker than Evil
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I`m standing here in silence
This graceful place of peace
Watching the shadows come closer
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Once a year the white robes go on a quest
In search of a virgin, a child of innocence
Born of Apollon divine is the heritage
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Reach deep within where reality is hard to find
Search in the corners of the winding mazes of your mind
Seek out the treasures that open doors that some keep sealed
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A distant calling
A faint echo form the past
The bells are still tolling
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[4:30] Mark how our shadow, Mark Movits mom frere One small darkness encloses How gold and purple that shovel there To rags and rubbish disposes Charon beckons from tumultuous waves Then trice this ancient digger of graves For thee ne'er grapeskin shall glister Wherefore my Movits come help me to raise A gravestone over our sister Even desirous and modest adobe Under the sighing branches Where time and death, a marriage forebode Twixt beauty and ugliness ashes To thee ne'er jealousy findeth her way Nor happiness footstep, swift to stray Flitteth amid these barrows E'en enmity armed, as thou seest this day Piously breaketh her arrow The little bell echoes the great bells groan Robed in the door the precentor Noisome with quiristers prayerful moan Blesses those, who enter The way to this templed city of tombs Climbs amid roses yellowing blooms Fragments of mouldering biers Till black-clad each mourner, His station assumes Bows there deeply in tears
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[6:14]

[By Iommy/Osbourne/Butler/Ward]
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