Halls of the Spider King and the Temple of the Dog

Halls of the Spider King and the Temple of the Dog

As I sit upon my throne of golden words,

Behold, Something wicked this way comes

Words and music, it’s all I’ve ever known

and I really wish my heart was young,,, I know my life’s only just begun

I wish I could sing to you about the releasing of the doves,

But insides ache and are filled with old man bones,

It seems I’m dwelling in the home of the spider king and the temple of the dog

the home of Golden words,  music seduces away my soul,

Leaving me wishing I was beautiful inside and out,

I want to show that I’m ready to move on

But I could never go,

Without words and music, I never would live long,

But sometimes after the rain

My eyes think they have seen the coming of the Lord,

Clouds are parted and the sky is painted, mountains sing out loud

It’s a glorious time for me

But still I wear a crown of thorns

In the halls of the spider king, and the temple of the dog