Elric the Enchanter (Pt. 2) - Hawkwind

The song he sang was surfaces

Nothing deeper than a child knows

He could sing sand into pearls

So the saying goes

Some said he was a sorcerer

Or a warrior chief

But he was the stealer of souls

The lord of Chaos reaps

And he’s frozen in a time trap

Slowly losing power

And he’s frightened if he makes a move

The dream will soon turn sour

Sprawling in a Ruby Throne

His head cupped in his hands

The Lord of Dragons, Elric’s thoughts

Were of quests to far-off lands

The Black Sword was at his side

Murmuring in its scabbard cold

Waiting for the moment to arrive

To drink the very essence of souls

And he’s frozen in a time trap

Slowly losing power

And he’s frightened if he makes a move

The dream will soon turn sour

He did not know that the sword he’d hold

Would turn his priceless empire into fool’s gold

The truth, the shadow of the sword will hide

'Til it’s too late, a traitor at his side

And as he gazes from his ruby throne

He’s growing restless of the life he’s sown

To get away, embark on a quest

To put his powers of sorcery to the test

The drugs he takes to keep himself awake

Lose their effect, he can no longer wait

To find the sword and gain more power

And make his move before the dream turns sour