When shall we three meet again,
In thunder, lightning or in rain?
Round and round the fairy ring,
Over the edge and back again
When the hurly-burly’s done
When the battle’s lost and won
There won’t be a home for us to come back to
Just ashes and dust
When shall we three meet again
When shall we three be the same
When shall we have something to gain
When shall we have something to blame?
Shadowy kings on puppetry strings
Dance to Hecate’s tune
Don’t look too closely or you might see
The present and future history
How does a man hold three sceptres anyways?
How exactly do you wear two crowns?
Do they stack on top of each other over
And over again until the pile gets so big
That the top teeters over and you get crushed
Under the jewels
How can you stand to look in the mirror
Take a peek through the looking glass
Into the underworld
Into the underland
You’re living it and you don’t even know it
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