[PREPARATION]
Yanafal: Is this our Young Life?
Is this the one we seek?
Danfive: Caught in Torang's streets,
No escape from conspiracy.
Irrippi: Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies,
and see...
Deezola: She's just a poor girl,
She's got no family.
Jakaleel: That makes her easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low.
All: Any way the Moon grows,
Doesn't really matter,
to She... To She...
[SACRIFICE]
Teelo: Mothers... Just killed by Dan,
Put his sickle to my throat,
Killed me like a baby goat.
Mothers... Life had just begun,
But now you've gone and
Thrown it all away.
Mothers... (oooh-ooh)
D'you mean to make me die?
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Would you just carry on,
As if nothing really mattered?
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine,
Body's acheing all the time.
Goodbye, Seven Mothers, I've got to go:
Gotta leave you all behind and face the Truth.
Mothers... (oooh-ooh)
I don't want to die,
Just sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
[DESCENT]
Mothers: I see a little silhouetto of a Moon:
(in many Jakaleel! Yanafal!
different Will you do the fandango?
voices) Thunderbolt and lightning,
Orlanth's trying to frighten me!
Irrippi O! Irrippi O!
Irrippi O! Irrippi O!
Irrippi O! Deezola!
Danfive Xaron! (-on, -on, -on, -on)
Teelo: I'm just a poor girl, nobody loves me.
Mothers: She's just a poor girl, she's got no family:
Take her Young Life for the Goddess we seek.
T: Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
M: Verithurusa: No! We will not let you go.
T: Let me go!
M: Lesilla: We will not let you go.
T: Let me go!
M: As Gerra: We will not let you go.
T: Let me go!
M: Will not let you go!
T: Let me go!
M: Will not let you go!
T: Let me go! - oh -oh -oh
M: No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Teelo: Oh Seven Mothers, Seven Mothers,
Seven Mothers let me go!
Deshlotralas has a devil put aside for me,
For me, for me!
[ILLUMINATION]
Teelo: So you think you can stop me and steal my life?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, Mothers: can't do this to me, Mothers:
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here.
[RETURN]
Teelo: Nothing really matters, anyone can see,
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters,
to She...
Any way the Moon grows...
Words: Nick Brooke
Tune: Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen)
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Nick
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