What wounds adorn the blessed child? Noble warrior, torn down in defence of realms, Divined under his regal lord
My staff...conjures the ghost, the father And was wielded by the son Kneel my child, know I'm your one and only, holy,
Thaumaturgist, miracle dealer, search for the reaper Thaumaturgist, scavenging reaver, white deceiver
Salutations! I've travled far, And by my conjuration It seems a pox has fallen, As your children slumber sullen
Be it silver, be it gold Garments, of fur and leather
Your assets, are ascendancy Shield, from the nether
Thaumaturgist, miracle dealer, search for the reaper Thaumaturgist, scavenging reaver, white deceiver
Struggling to take control of this mast On a sea raging fast, cleaving me
Firing pinions of radiant light A reflection of indulgencies
Planning the ship route, way to get out Protest to no ear of this quest Under the ThaumaturgistTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
