The ones who wrote the most forbidden song in the guitar store. Just leave the led out.

Come on third I will there to great thee, Of course after gold and silver shine above me.

I lay no eggs, yet a chick will arise, From the spicy ash where the parent dies. I consume my own body to conquer the grave, Reborn in the flame from the life that I gave. What am I?

The maze beneath forgotten town, Where dead may walk without a sound, A single sprawl of spooky lair, Or perhaps a tool for feline’s hair-?? ...Oh come on, who made a joke of the riddle? That fourth line was terrible!

Worn by the rich elite, half a pair of glasses, singular lens symbol of wealth.