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Deep beneath the castle walls

The cellar stirs with life

Ancient texts and secret scrolls

Tinctures by the candle light

A figure with dark ingredient

Grinding powders of unknown name

The alchemist's brute stands close by

Giant hands and hideous face

The alchemist's brute

Summoned by the runes

An undead in this earthen vessel

Found within the tombs

Who occupies his empty eyes

From whence he came would mystify

The alchemist's brute

Summoned in the gloom

Who stares behind his empty eyes

From whence he came would horrify

Glowing liquid from the glass

Hath mesmerized the brute

Filling all the alchemist's needs

With robbery and violent spree

Knowing only darkened corners

Stalking Ilfracombe at night

Born alone into the gutters bare

A heart of bitter stuff, indeed

The alchemist's brute

Summoned by the gloom

An undead in this earthen vessel

Found within the tombs

Who occupies his empty eyes

From whence he came would mystify

The alchemist's brute

Summoned by the runes

Who stares behind his empty eyes

From whence he came would horrify

The remains of a virgin

Stripped down in the acid bath

Sacred bone and precious coin

Stolen from the Clerics Hall

People of the city don't leave home without a knife

Tales of the brute have left the city scared and cold

A necessary evil they say

The alchemist works for King Romula

A shadow general, defeating rivals with any edge

Undead soldiers, cursed poisons and tainted winds

The brute, he plays his part, he plays it very well

Betrayed by man, will he ever find solace

From hate and contagion

Lost, in violent times

No love, his heart is stone

Pest, what a wicked thorn

Leech, squirms the timid born

Hunted, for his wicked ways

Lured by Antons impious craft