Come and peer into the cave, Forbidden Gate where Boic brave, Went down to save us from the grave.
Our fathers sinned through avarice, The open hand became a fist, And greed: a miser's drunkenness.
The Dwarven treasure trove increased, Incessant mining roused a beast, The eldest born of fire released.
Corporeal in his domain, He bound the Dwarves with heated chain, Save one, to fetch him gems, remained.
The Dwarf named Boic stood his ground, Amid the flames deep underground, The fiendish voice did then resound,
“Puny Dwarf, what treasure, tell, Have you brought me down to hell? Your single hope to please me well.”
“I went above, beyond your plane, And thought, whatever might you gain, Since you would think of all as plain?
“But there is one thing you have not, And I have it, so I brought, My few good works, a simple lot.”
“I am death and I am gloom DEMON I am everlasting doom, This chamber gapes to be your tomb.”
And then they fought with bitter rage, A Dwarf and demon, flame encaged, One victor, One to pay the wage.
Upon the beast's back, Boic clung, And treasures round the demon hung, Boic seized a diamond like the sun.
He gripped his blacksmith's hammer dull, To subjugate the demon's soul. He drove the gem into its skull,
“I purge this mountain, hear my voice, You shall leave, you have no choice, Free from sin, we shall rejoice.”
And Boic's reign shall live a creed, Devoid of avarice and greed, Where wealth is meant to serve a need.”
Forbidden Gate stands at the hole, To remind us of our goal, Our wealth is found inside the soul.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
