The Alchemist

Force of magic was searched for so long ago
Well rehearsed in he practice of changing base metals to gold
Feared by people and envied by lords of the land
Who mistakenly thought that wealth could be made out of sand

Can you feel it in your soul?
Touch my heart, you can feel it's gone cold

Worked by moonlight strange potions that they conceived
The bright towers of lighting for those who believed
Echoing thunder of spirits evoked from the night
Held the kingdom in terror and caused men to tremble with fright

Can you feel it in your soul?
Touch my heart, you can feel it's gone cold

Easy with the lamp turned down
Easy on your mind
Take me down to the bottom of your soul
Don't let me drown
Feel the wind, touch the stone
Make it pour like gold
Hell's high waters, sons and daughters
The blood is all the same
State of mind, only one kind
Always have his way
Never again, it's all in the mind

Force of magic was searched for so long ago
Well rehearsed in he practice of changing base metals to gold
Feared by people and envied by lords of the land
Who mistakenly thought that wealth could be made out of sand

Can you feel it in your soul?
Touch my heart, you can feel it's gone cold