Testo di The Cauldron

Ahrriss the Wizard grows old His fingers are knotted and cold The lines in his grimoire seem blurred The pages are brittle with mold His voice strains to make itself heard Not so long ago He could conjure the rain or the snow Or summon a demon To entertain ladies and lords Once he read fortunes in smoke Charted stars for the fae and the folk Not so long ago He was seldom ignored Conuiratio Resurrectio Per melodiam Spiram tumultus Non est sepultus Ex sententia Ahrriss smokes orcweed and broods Why should ancient Ahrriss be doomed? Amongst these old parchments and scrolls These talismans, crystals and runes A spell to resettle the soul Tongue from a sparrow that sang in its cage Liver of dragon pickled in rage Carpet of spiders Twang of a bow Crash of the thunder Bloom off the rose Into the cauldron everything goes Ahrriss smells Death at the door He unravels time to spin more Distilling an inhuman brew The cauldron, it simmers and stews Not so long ago He could soar with the ravens And beckon the South Wind to blow Hiss of a vulture Ash of your woes Tooth from a shark with blood on the nose Snifter of fire Seed from a troll Tears from a maiden who never grows old Into the cauldron everything goes The old man retires Pungent brew in his cup Black cat curled at his side Pinch of grave-scented snuff He takes vellum and quill Drums a waltz, then he pens Here lies Ahrriss the Wizard Until we meet again