Carriage carries far from home. Queen dreaming up the perfect storm.
Wrapped up in a silk dress with motives dark and cruel.
Thunder is rumbling underneath their boots.
And it's a golden and violent day where devils and scavengers play.
The animals picking their teeth in the dark,
Magic is dying today.
Out in the desert the well was run dry.
Engine was singing a high octane lullaby.
Oh the whispering wind, breathing heaviest sound.
The golden, the pistol, the creatures were shutting it down.
Heroes creeping on their scene. Dark Star, The Babes and Tangerine.
Riding up the backside, shadow and his host.
The last days of magic were so very close.