He is dressed in feathers and in scales
He's a projector, he never fails
Shimmering emerald and mercury
Not as harmless as he seems to be
And when the candles flickered
He confused my mind
I closed my ears with wax
But still I heard him
And his incantations
And when he stared at me
With lifeless scary eyes
I tried to shield my thoughts
But he could read them
As if they were his own
Sometimes hiding in his basement halls
He gets frightened when his master calls
In mephistophelean lightlessness
Something dwelling fed by his distress
And he's hungry
So hungry
When days turn slowly into nights
He will offer you some strange delights
In the twilight of the centuries
You know next time you'll be enemies