In a forest dark and dreary stands a castle of brick and stone<br />
And within the Wizard and his Ogres plan their wicked chores<br />
In the town the people hide to save their meager, little lives<br />
For they fear the mighty Wizard and his Ogres rough and dry<br />
<br />
Run, oh run, you little people The Wizard's band arrive<br />
Run, oh run, you little people The Ogres do arrive<br />
<br />
"There is little you can do<br />
But not unlike the bird that flew<br />
You can do it, you can try<br />
Or the Wizard says you die"<br />
<br />
Down the pass from mountain high through the forest, battle cries<br />
Ogres, Ogres everywhere the stench of war hangs in the air<br />
The people flee, the children hide none to stand, to fight, to die<br />
The Wizard's strength is much indeed, the people know his word to heed.<br />
<br />
Run, oh run, you little people The Wizard's band arrive<br />
Run, oh run, you little people The Ogres do arrive<br />
<br />
"There is little you can do<br />
But not unlike the bird that flew<br />
You can do it, you can try<br />
Or the Wizard says you die"<br />
<br />
[Guitar solo]<br />
<br />
Down the pass from mountain high through the forest, battle cries<br />
Ogres, Ogres everywhere the stench of war hangs in the air<br />
The people flee, the children hide none to stand, to fight, to die<br />
The Wizard's strength is much indeed, the people know his word to heed.<br />
<br />
Run, oh run, you little people The Wizard's band arrive<br />
Run, oh run, you little people The Ogres do arrive