The Parcher Lyrics

It's late night when the Parcher returns
No less a friend than a churl
I can't wait until the moment he learns
Keep striking that match, it will burn
It's a race against time and good sense
Breaking from truth where it bends
He's the chief of the plague on this town
Enjoying his ruthless renown
He knows
It shows
But he seeks
The throne
For tonight sir
You are the parcher Raise and slancha
You are the parcher
We observe, as the damsel appears
Looking so ever austere
There is a tale living in there somewhere
(God) forbid that you ask if she will share
I think it's best to observe from afar
In exile you see who they are
She will heed her own clarion call
And I bet you she will outlive us all
She knows
It shows
What she reaps
She sows

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