You see your face in that magazine You wanna be in the spotlight Each day goes by you're living a dream Countless hours spent in front of the mirror You
forth the sword of the king The heir to the throne is the child of the damned he must be stopped and fall black is his mind black is his soul he has
metal fittings and encrusted with jewels of various hues, and a vast black horse hair plume rose from the metal crown. Strapped on to his forearms were
EMPEROR:] "WARRIORS ! (Wear your Spikes and Chains with Pride !) Warriors of the Final Fight ! WARRIORS ! (Let Honesty and Truth prevail tonight !) Soldiers of the Grace of Light ! WARRIORS
the Crystal Ball, DARK FORCES ! I've come to face my Sacred Fate, DARK FORCES ! (I beg thee) DARK FORCES, lead me to the Brimstone Gate !!!" "Death-Ring ! Black