Wash Your Soul!

I’ve made this magic flaming mixture
Especially for pure souls
To bring them happy misadventure
To hear the words, that No-One told.

Recipe is simple: bit of truth,
A cemetery smells and cries
A poison of a dragon’s tooth
Dissolved in tears from virgin’s eyes

Dry old man’s blood, who’s dead insane,
Some words of anger, told by priest
And prays of beauty nun, imaging sin,
My spells as kindness of a wild beast.

And now drink, my silly pupil
To see the world with pure look+
My drug will make your force centuple
Since now quench from pure brook.

I’ve poisoned you –
I gave you real life