I've made this magic flaming mixture Especially for pure souls To bring them happy misadventure To hear the words, that No-One told.
Recipe is simple: bit of truth, A cemetery smells and cries A poison of a dragon's tooth Dissolved in tears from virgin's eyes
Dry old man's blood, who's dead insane, Some words of anger, told by priest And prays of beauty nun, imaging sin, My spells as kindness of a wild beast.
And now drink, my silly pupil To see the world with pure look+ My drug will make your force centuple Since now quench from pure brook.
