cast you under my spell,
send you spinning awfully well,
listen out to take you where,
only fools or evil spirits dare.
but purpose of a happy life,
is what I make to end the strife,
alchemy bright and much to do,
in league with magic over you.
come to me be wild and free,
I'll share the dream yet to see,
cauldron boiling, a broth of wisdom,
in days of old 'tis here my kingdom.
knights and maidens, courtly folk,
I called the jester to share his joke,
and in the banquet hall I see,
no-one dares to back-chat over me.
For I could cast an evil spell....
and send the fuckers straight to hell....