We three red lights are; Bearing destruction, we traverse afar, Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder Ring of Light.
O red light of wonder, red of light, Red ever so bright, Westward venturing, not proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect green light.
Born on the pre-order plain Games I bring to it again, Power forever, ceasing never, Over us all to play.
Fans to offer have I; String owns a power supply high; Frustration and pleading, voices raising, Cursing on high.
Three red lights flashing mine, its bitter perfume Breathes death of gathering gloom; Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
Glorious before, now behold it not arise; Toil and sacrifice; Anguish, Anguish, Sounds through the earth and skies.
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We Three Red Lights
We three red lights are;
Bearing destruction, we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder Ring of Light.
O red light of wonder, red of light,
Red ever so bright,
Westward venturing, not proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect green light.
Born on the pre-order plain
Games I bring to it again,
Power forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to play.
Fans to offer have I;
String owns a power supply high;
Frustration and pleading, voices raising,
Cursing on high.
Three red lights flashing mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes death of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
Glorious before, now behold it not arise;
Toil and sacrifice;
Anguish, Anguish,
Sounds through the earth and skies.