Howard Goodall - The Black Adder Theme | Текст песни

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The sound of hooves beats 'cross the glade!
(Good folk, lock up your son and daughter!)
Beware the quickly flashing blade!
(Unless you want to end up shorter...)

Black Adder! Black Adder!
He rides a pitch black steed!
Black Adder! Black Adder!
He's very bad, indeed...

Black - his clothes of finest mole!
Black - his codpiece made of metal!
His horse is blacker than a hole!
His pot is blacker than his kettle!

Black Adder! Black Adder!
With many a cunning plan!
Black Adder! Black Adder!
You horrid little man...

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