Letras
Leg of toad, wing of bee
There's two for you and three for me
In the pot, bubbly stew
There's some for me but more for you
Stir the cauldron, stir
Eye of newt, lock of hair
A cup of lust, a pinch of fear
In it goes, lovely brew
Now here's a riddle just for you
What new beast will rise?
Spawned from what new lies?
A darkness bringer
Shrouded in what guise?
The day will come when the beast is here
And everything will turn
The earth will tremble, the ground will shake
Your towers will all burn
Oh
E-I-O, Sab, E-O
Sab, E-O, E-I-O
E-I-O, Sab, E-O
Sab, E-O, E-I-O
What strange beast woken will march again?
The horsemen all ride out
The walls will tumble as trumpets blare
Locusts, plague and drought
Oh
E-I-O, Sab, E-O
Sab, E-O, E-I-O
E-I-O, Sab, E-O
Sab, E-O, E-I-O
There's no beginning, there is no end
Only seasons change
Two thousand years to be born again
The hour seems so strange
What beast awoken is on its way
What force will be revealed?
Turning and turning, the widening gyre
Our fates will all be sealed
The second coming is here at last
Centuries have passed
A new redeemer is on his way
His minions are amassed
A change is coming, a new day's here
Its hours filled with wrath
There is no hiding, no safe space left
What burning bitter broth