Alchimia

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