Deep beneath the castle walls The cellar stirs with life Ancient texts and secret scrolls Tinctures by the candle light
A figure with dark ingredient Grinding powders of unknown name The alchemist's brute stands close by Giant hands and hideous face
The alchemist's brute Summoned by the runes An undead in this earthen vessel Found within the tombs Who occupies his empty eyes From whence he came would mystify
The alchemist's brute Summoned in the gloom Who stares behind his empty eyes From whence he came would horrify
Glowing liquid from the glass Hath mesmerized the brute Filling all the alchemist's needs With robbery and violent spree
Knowing only darkened corners Stalking Ilfracombe at night Born alone into the gutters bare A heart of bitter stuff, indeed
The alchemist's brute Summoned by the gloom An undead in this earthen vessel Found within the tombs Who occupies his empty eyes From whence he came would mystify The alchemist's brute
Summoned by the runes Who stares behind his empty eyes From whence he came would horrify
The remains of a virgin Stripped down in the acid bath Sacred bone and precious coin Stolen from the Clerics Hall
People of the city don't leave home without a knife Tales of the brute have left the city scared and cold A necessary evil they say The alchemist works for King Romula
A shadow general, defeating rivals with any edge Undead soldiers, cursed poisons and tainted winds The brute, he plays his part, he plays it very well Betrayed by man, will he ever find solace From hate and contagion
Lost, in violent times No love, his heart is stone Pest, what a wicked thorn Leech, squirms the timid born Hunted, for his wicked ways Lured by Antons impious craftTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.