The Old Sorcerer** (v.3)

**[Verse 1]**  
The old sorcerer brews his potion,  
A heavy scent, a mournful moan.  
For him it’s just a merry notion —  
He laughs like one who wields a blade.  
The old sorcerer brews his potion,  
The moon’s round loaf rolls from the sky.  
Tonight a reckless feast will blossom —  
A son raises an axe on his father’s life.

**[Chorus]**  
Oh, the old sorcerer, trembling with laughter,  
His stern gaze fixed, unyielding, hard.  
Tonight a reckless feast will blossom,  
His laughter echoes, loud and far.  
The starry crown will crash from heaven…  
Oh, old sorcerer — how do you live on?

**[Verse 2]**  
The cauldron hums with dark enchantment,  
Shadows dance in flickering light.  
He stirs the brew with grim elation,  
Delighted by the coming strife.  
The old sorcerer brews his potion,  
The night grows thick with whispered dread.  
A family torn, a curse in motion —  
All for the joy within his head.

**[Chorus]**  
Oh, the old sorcerer, trembling with laughter,  
His stern gaze fixed, unyielding, hard.  
Tonight a reckless feast will blossom,  
His laughter echoes, loud and far.  
The starry crown will crash from heaven…  
Oh, old sorcerer — how do you live on?

**[Outro]**  
The brew is done, the spell is cast,  
The world twists under magic’s hand.  
The old sorcerer watches, laughing last —  
What dark designs does he yet plan?