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Into his secret lab

boil mysterious potions

and shine with emerald light

miraculous concoctions

Future is not so dark

prophecies are spoken

your crystal bottle reveals

the revolution's coming

You know the way to turn

metal into gold

and from court to court

you cast spells and wonders

You've got the power in your hands

troubles and frauds you don't regret

Some call you doctor some call you quack

your end was into a prison cell.

Into his secret room

the heresy flows into the air

The precious necklace

disappears at once and

One more time you try to confuse

alchemy and the truth

but now it is time

to confess who you really are

You've got the power in your hands

troubles and frauds you don't regret

Some call you wizard some call you sham

your end was into a prison cell.

IN HERBIS IN VERBIS IN LAPIDIBUS