Not gonna catch another seventh seal,
Till there is nothing really legendary!
And when this golden world becomes surreal!
Some people often wonder pirate Jenny.
They may become the very holy grail.
Who could have any name or Cinderella,
Ever even know the fairy tale!
I never had a crystal Ford fiesta.
With only seven little kindly ones,
To save my secret soul hallucinations!
I saw an ancient host of wayward sons,
An altar full of dreams and great creations.
The angels offer me a new magician,
On a journey through the realm of fiction.