Le Sorcier Lyrics by Charles Dexter Ward
Leaving my laboratory home
Going to make things right
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Leaving my laboratory home
Going to make things right
Got herbs and spices alight in my cauldron
Magical gasses, alchemical concoction
Lead into gold
Lead into gold
Woke up today
World in dismay
Tonight we gather here
For a ritual of fear
Mobile lab take a drag from my pipe
Smoking rocks from my goodie bag
I climbed upon these old stones
I looked into the nothingness
They say he wasn’t conceived of seed of man
That he was born in filth in Bethlehem
Screams in the depths
No one is around to hear
Fire!
Fire!