Black Sabbath Neon Knights

Oh no, here it comes again Cant remember when we came so close to love before Hold on, good things never last Nothings in the past, it always seems to come again Again and again and again Cry out to legions of the brave Time again to save us from the jackals of the street Ride out, protectors of the realm Captains at the helm, sail across the sea of lights Circles and rings, dragons and kings Weaving a charm and a spell Blessed by the night, holy and bright Called by the toll of the bell