Letra de Roger Zelazny

The page of New Wave bore Roger's fresh face Set the taste and the pace for his time and place In the Courts of Chaos, Corwin struts in Amber Only those of the True Lineage may walk the pattern Bloody family feuds and a super-computer in Limbo A pack of Trumps under the pillow Worlds of the fantastic. Dense and specific. Unscientific. New twists on old Myths. Man to Gad metamorphosis So what his new hits ain't as good or as thick? It's not his fault Damnation Alley flick sucked shit My name is Legion. Will leave no doubt. Or The Doors of His Face, The Lamps of His Mouth!