The Wizard - Booze Control

On the fields of fury

We will face our destiny

The sky will fall at devil’s call

The hell hounds running free

Two men enter, one man leaves

That’s how it is to be

A magic duel to fulfill

The ancient prophecy

Without cease the magic brew is flowing

One by one his metal rod is growing

Guardian angels must but hold their fire

The real wizard will deface the liar

For all time

Gleaming rays of light pierce through the haze

Like the dawn of hope for better days

When the Wizard and his wisdom rule again

The Wizard is the rise and fall of man

Through the mist the metal gleams

The tyrant claims the field

Fight to win or fight to die

For he will never yield

A hero of the common folk

Has come to take him down

Challenges the mighty lord

To claim his blackened crown

Without cease the metal rods are clashing

Strike by strike you see the power flashing

Guardian angels must but hold their fire

The real wizard will deface the liar

For all time