Pretty Little Ladies

Pretty little ladies from down below
Lost in the mists where the mem’ries go
Make a hard peace with the ravens and the crows (ravens and the crows)
Hope the seers and the seekers don’t find you
Might have done right or you might have done wrong
Just some old lyrics to forgotten songs
The work here’s hard, and the days are long (days are long)
But the years and the seasons won’t bind you
Serpents three with stolen things
Ride another power
He has your book… and he wears your ring
And he waits there in his tower…
The city is a crater where the wizards died
The voices in your head brought you here to hide
Found a mountain home where the ravens bide (ravens bide)
Didn’t know the journey would blind you
The clerics and the monks tend the olive trees
But they have no flowers, and they got no bees
They live long here, and there’s no disease (no disease)
But you can’t put your hate behind you
Serpents three must pay the price
For stealing magus power
Kill them once, and you kill them twice
Then three times in their tower
She’s mourning for her lover who burned and bled…
He died from a spell meant for her instead
Hope she won’t remember that she wants you dead (wants you dead)
As your magic and the visions remind you
The serpents are sinners, but you’ve never been nice
Learned your lore with a heart of ice
Most live once, but you get to go twice (get to go twice)
Change the pattern and the goal that designed you
Serpents three took you to ride
Stole away your power
Killed the groom, and now the bride
Will find them in their tower
Pretty little ladies from down below, oh
Lost in the mists where the mem’ries go
Make a hard peace with the ravens and the crows (ravens and the crows)
Hope the seers and the seekers don’t find you
Pretty little ladies from down below
Lost in the mists where the mem’ries go
Make a hard peace with the ravens and the crows
Hope the seers and the seekers don’t find you…