The Emperor
| This isn't the young sexy warrior that bubble poppin' "That's Hot" girls are hoping to ride of into the neon lights with, this is the kind of sexy that takes Ganymede for the ride of his life and fathers Hercules. This is the other side and He's living for the child now. |
The Fool
The Magus
The Priestess
THe Empress
The Emperor
The Heirophant
The Lover
The Chariot
Strength
The Hermit
The Wheel of Fortune
Justice
The Hanged Man
Death
The Devil
Temperance
The Tower
The Star
The Moon
The Sun
Judgement
The World
The Magus
The Priestess
THe Empress
The Emperor
The Heirophant
The Lover
The Chariot
Strength
The Hermit
The Wheel of Fortune
Justice
The Hanged Man
Death
The Devil
Temperance
The Tower
The Star
The Moon
The Sun
Judgement
The World
| The Emperor |
| Hello. We're trying t reach Well let's keep this simple Take us to your leader... Sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye Four and a Score Black birds In a pie and when that pie was opened the birds began to sing Aleluia,Aleluia,Aleluia,Aleluia, Aleluia,Aleluia,Aleluia, To the king Am i in Cahoots with the fallen fruits I can;t be sure If My Heart is Pure Bring the Diagnostic I think I'm a gnostic Shall I set a course Bring the Diagnostic I think I'm a gnostic Shall I saddle up my, Saddle up my horse Sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye Four and twetny Black birds In a pie and when that pie is opened the birds will sing Aleluia,Aleluia,Aleluia to our king. Am i in Cahoots with the fallen fruits I can;t be sure If My Heart is Pure, My heart is pure Am i in Cahoots with the fallen fruits I can;t be sure If My Heart is Pure Bring the Diagnostic I think I'm a gnostic Shall I set a course And he set on his throne Sits on his Throne all alone sayin' stones might, stones might but not your words Bring me Bring me Bring me A chorus of .... blackbirds Sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye Four and twetny Black birds In a pie and when that pie is opened Listen to the king All I care about is he can hold his foothold he can hold his foothold he can hold his foothold Sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye Four and twetny Black birds In a pie and when that pie is opened the birds will sing Aleluia,Aleluia,Aleluia to our king. Bring the Diagnostic I think I'm a gnostic Shall I set a course Bring the Diagnostic I think I'm a gnostic Shall I saddle up my, Saddle up my horse ....take us to you leader Sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye Four and a score Black birds are baked in this pie ~The Emperor off of the LP 22Key2TheKingdom ~ by Robert Binford |
