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Into the forest of the night we go
Into the forest of the night we flow
The show is gonna start and riddler’s on the stage
Hey my mage will you turn the page
The clocks are ticking and the puzzles are shown
Bombarded you are by the life unknown
You need to work the riddle before the dawn will rise
In the middle is the fiddle you must seek out her disguise
Fireworks form a question mark to sky
The guesswork of the riddle is the guesswork of the sly
Confusion of the crowd that steps on a stepping stone
Knows the riddler is the fiddler who harvests what is sown
The wizard has a word of wheeling and dealing
Tricks behind the closed doors: the freedom to feeling
The whirligig of her mind is a gig of riddler’s tune
Sun forever shines its making love to moon
I had come to the show to take the ferry to fairy land,
The ferry took the river, I could understand
What means to be a fire and float in childlike sea?
Forever reaching higher, forever being free
The jig-saw of life came in elevated waves
For the cutting edge of knife showed me how it behaves
The mind of a man is a prism to the sun
While I riddle with the riddler again I am one
The cunning artist dances while the echoes are believed,
In the playful dark new joys are received
Blind are those who cannot see the dark,
Decipher the crypter’s code and live with spiral spark
The Riddler's Gig is ending I am on solving ground
The word-games are mending the space that's found
For everything in life comes in twisted form
So do we WALK out from Riddler’s storm
The night has ended and the dreams are new
Are you feeling “wanny” or are you feeling blue
Maybe you have had to final second sight
Or maybe you’re enjoyed from the lanny light
Into the forest of the night we flow
The show is gonna start and riddler’s on the stage
Hey my mage will you turn the page
The clocks are ticking and the puzzles are shown
Bombarded you are by the life unknown
You need to work the riddle before the dawn will rise
In the middle is the fiddle you must seek out her disguise
Fireworks form a question mark to sky
The guesswork of the riddle is the guesswork of the sly
Confusion of the crowd that steps on a stepping stone
Knows the riddler is the fiddler who harvests what is sown
The wizard has a word of wheeling and dealing
Tricks behind the closed doors: the freedom to feeling
The whirligig of her mind is a gig of riddler’s tune
Sun forever shines its making love to moon
I had come to the show to take the ferry to fairy land,
The ferry took the river, I could understand
What means to be a fire and float in childlike sea?
Forever reaching higher, forever being free
The jig-saw of life came in elevated waves
For the cutting edge of knife showed me how it behaves
The mind of a man is a prism to the sun
While I riddle with the riddler again I am one
The cunning artist dances while the echoes are believed,
In the playful dark new joys are received
Blind are those who cannot see the dark,
Decipher the crypter’s code and live with spiral spark
The Riddler's Gig is ending I am on solving ground
The word-games are mending the space that's found
For everything in life comes in twisted form
So do we WALK out from Riddler’s storm
The night has ended and the dreams are new
Are you feeling “wanny” or are you feeling blue
Maybe you have had to final second sight
Or maybe you’re enjoyed from the lanny light
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