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The ghost of Dio comes to our practice space every midnight

& with his help, a tasty jam is what we're sure to write

I hope he helps us write something like "I" or "Holy Diver"

With amplified technology, his words we'll decipher

But after all what do you say

To the dead king warlock of rock n' roll?

Look for the sign: the last in line

The words that will reveal you to your soul

A sage, or mage, of ancient age who died a little too young

Of dragons, & devils, & ancient beasts he primarily sung

To say his ghost is haunting us seems frightfully absurd

I'd demonstrate some actual proof, but lonely is the word

Through rainbow eyes the wizard flies

To legions of the brave to save again

The chosen ones, the bastard sons

The mob rules to follow the tears away

Look away from the sea

Those evil eyes staring at you & me

This is some southern sign

They’ll burn the sun and drown the children at sea

If you truly have a spark, don’t lock it all up

Or you’re just a rainbow in the dark

Every time I climb upon a mountain

I see the silver lighting in the black

Those who shine won't be borne to heaven

Those facing hell better turn back

(Back)

(Over & over again)