As the sun renders, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill.
As the ground loads, to the bloom-effect light
A birdsong shatters the still!
His eyes aura-effects blaze,
See Sol-o-mon in his serene gaze!
Fly on your cosmetic wings, like Kree'arra,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your cosmetic wings, like an armadylian,
Fly and touch the sun.
Now the crowd breaks and a young boy logs-in
Looks the old man in the eye,
As he activates his cosmetic wings and shouts at the crowd
In the name of Solomon my father I'll fly!
His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the over-ride wings.
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his 15 minute grave
Fly, on your cosmetic wings, like Kree'arra,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your cosmetic wings, like an armadylian,
Fly as high as the sun.
On your wings, like Kree'arra,
Fly, touch the sun
On your wings, like an armadylian,
Fly
Fly as high as the suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!
A parody of:
Iron Maiden - "Flight Of Icarus"
1983 EMI Records
03-Sep-2014 15:59:40
