The druggist took me to the basement, where his laboratory was I discovered what a great man of science he was He told me that the witches, who buried me were his sworn enemies He said that fortunately, he could know all their acts and deeds
Inside the jars and flaks, were disturbing things without life Unusually colored fumes, gushed from vials and pots The druggist have plants and seeds mixed, with drool and a bloody wing I had to drink the potion, but then alas I lost control
Under his influence, I have lost my soul I am obedient now, my fate is to be fulfilled, My reason is impaired, I can’t resist anymore, My senses are troubled, I have not my judgment henceforth
Under his influence, I have lost my soul I am obedient now, my fate is to be fulfilled, My reason is impaired, I can’t resist anymore, My senses are troubled, I have not my judgment henceforthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
