In the magic garden, some were singing, some were dancing,
while the midnight moon shone brightly overhead.
The stars so gayly glistened and the sphinx in silence listened
to the magician tell of lives that he has led.
Let the bells of freedom ring.
Songs of love to Friday's king.
Let's all go to the magician's birthday.
It's in the forest but not so far away.
Much to do and so much to say,
while we listen to the oaken orchestra play.
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.
(Happy birthday - you magician, happy birthday to you.)
And at the dead of midnight, as we watched the dancing firelight,
the air grew cold and seemed to dour the flame.
The fire died, the music faded, filled with fear of death we waited,
for now we knew some evil was to blame.
I challenge you, I challenge you all
for all you own and all you know
and by all the powers of darkness
I will steal what is mine.
Surrender now or face my spite.
I catch you: It may be Friday night,
but did you know this day also number thirteen.
First I give you fire...
I turn your fire into a sleepy stream.
yes! Now I give you nightmares.
From your horror I'll create a dream.
You cannot fight me, for I have the sword of Hades.
But one thing you can't see,
my answer is simply
an impenatrable fortress of love.
The fear went as quickly as it came.
The air was clear, the fire burned again.
The flames leapt beyond the glade,
the swan sang to greet the day.
And then we knew that
love will fly
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