my hands smells herbs
my soul is the essences,
eternal closed in vial.
scratching marks
on the floor burnt to blackness
after worthless trials.
mixed my mind
with death, with night.
broth of destiny
in my veins flows alchemy
twenty-four words make my demons sing.
twenty-four souls are thrown into the pot.
Mercury is my dying breath.
Silver is my salvation from rot.
mixed my mind
with death, with night.
broth of destiny
in my veins flows alchemy
She's in every rustle, in every whisper,
His easy movement poisons my brain
in every corner of my castle lurks shadow of my mistress
feeding her child with the secret knowledge again
black queen made me,
she wants my soul, maybe.
old hardcover book from my memories
easy way to becoming your son
