The Alchemist

Physician, ordered by God
Beaked helmet to avoid contagion

My mission, find a cure
Their lives in my hands

Molten gold to drink
Powder of emerald to eat

Bathe them in urine, drain their blood
Wiping fecal material on their skin

Practice such unsane remedies
Allowing the malady to move rapidly

Against astronomical forces and earthquakes
My mission, spread the plague
Infect the human race
    


music & lyrics by frank wells

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frank wells / giorgio todesco