I'd guess they would say we could set this world ablaze      Please, please take my hand   Please take my soul to rest   So we can always be around      It is hard to see   Through all the haze at the top of the trees   Hold my head on stable ground   Watch as the earth falls all around      Please, please take my hand   Please take my soul to rest   So we can always be around      Faltering footsteps, dead end path   All that I need is this wise man's staff   Encased in crystal he leads the way   I guess they'd say we could set this world ablaze      Please, please take my hand   Please take my soul to rest   So we can always be around      I guess they would say we can set the world ablaze   Hold my head on stable ground   Watch as the earth falls all around      Take my black soul   Arrive in the fires that burn my skin   And guide my eyes all through this maze   I guess they'd say we could set this world ablaze      All that I have seen standing on the edge   The foot of precipice floating in the sea   Past the king of swords quickly to the shore   The last baron, the last baron      Ghost of man surround me in my slumber   I have no fear as your wing is my shelter      Cyanide he craves, coursing through his veins   Providing him with strength to see this to the end   Afraid of psychic eyes, faith in mystic power   The last baron, the last baron      Will he save me? Will he save me?      I was standing staring at the world and I can't see it   I was standing staring at the world and I can't see it      I was standing staring at the world and I still can't see it   I was standing staring at the world and I still can't see it      I was standing staring at the world and I still can't see it   I was standing staring at the world and I still can't see it      All that I have seen standing on the edge   The foot of precipice floating in the sea   Past the king of swords quickly to the shore   The last baron, the last baron      Ghost of man surround me in my slumber   I have no fear as your wing is my shelter      Cyanide he craves, coursing through his veins   Providing him with strength to see this to the end   Afraid of psychic eyes, faith in mystic power   The last baron, the last baron      Will he save me? Will he save me?   Will he save me?      I guess they would say we can set this world ablaze   Hold my head on stable ground   Watch as the earth falls all around      It is hard to see   Through all the haze at the top of the trees   Hold my head on stable ground   Watch as the earth falls all around      Please, please take my hand   Please take my soul to rest   So we can always be around      Faltering footsteps, dead end path   All that I need is this wise man's staff   Encased in crystal he leads the way   I guess they'd say we could set this world ablaze