Tekster:
The Guild

Walk on guilded splinters With the King of the Zulu Walk to me, get it, come, come Walk on guilded splinters Walk to me, get it, come, come Walk on guilded

fire dies in the distance as the embers grow cold *chorus* Sing for me now, all the world is as stage, smile take a bow, From your guilded cage *chorus

I Walk On Guilded Splinters (Mac Rebennack, a.k.a. Dr. John Creaux) Some people think they jive me But I know they must be crazy Don't see dey misfortune

Walk on guilded splinters With the King of the Zulu [Chorus:] Come to me, get it, come, come Walk on guilded splinters Come to me, get it, come, come

Munchkins Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch! Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead. Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes

Wake up my child, hope is here. With the vengeance, we have no time to bleed. My only world filled with fear. I never saw the sower of the seed. Where

Spare me your tiny talk, kneel down and wash my feet. Could someone, please, fly you away, out from your misery. Suck it all in, go ahead and take your

Mind, filled with fairytales. New ones every day, don't ask me anything now, I know what you're waiting. The curtain to fall. Names don't mean anything

I write the lines you want me to with words I dare to use of all the ones that you have taught me along the years. You cast a perfect shadow on the