"Host of Quadrille" as written by and Tom Ellard....
Hot on the heels of '78
The wailing dance of the cardiac rate
Break out lungs in ecstasy
The gross physique of devilry says,
"Oh! When they play the music too slow
My heart falls into the cold
And the ice has come again!"
Take my future, take my hand
Take a turn in the promised land
Host of quadrille, heel of fire
Spirals down the steepest spire
The spiral of hope and the noose of the rope and the draw of the blade


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"Host of Quadrille" as written by Tom Ellard

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