Testo di Golem

Concentraited powers, mystical formulas Seven burning candles, hexagonal star An old and yellowed parchment, full of words and numbers Limbs of dead material, start to move unsure A mongolic face, muscles filled with life A servant to the rabbi, immortality Golem Humunculus Golem Eternal life Golem Unpredictable Golem Obedient Jewish myth, a friend An old tale, a protector But sometimes, agressive Myth? Who knows? He's working hard, not resting But his eyes spread coldness Myth? Who knows? Feelings are not extant, weakness of the mortal Golem doesn't care about human foolishness