Wizard

I'm sitting in front of the blank picture, lookingOld and tired, tired and old, without wings ofmagicsI'm alone like pain in mea thousand years is so long a time, I'm an oldwizard indeedBloody tears fall down to the empty hands from thestrange eyesEvery sweet smell of sluts is lost in their gravesAll the evil of my thoughts is my vile webI like only my smell of false memoriesBut their picture, their picture is vacantI'm alone like pain in mea thousand years is so long a time, I'm an oldwizard indeedBloody tears fall down to the empty hands from thestrange eyesI'm sitting in front of the blank picture, lookingOld and tired, tired and old, without wings ofmagicsI'm alone like pain in mea thousand years is so long a time, I'm an oldwizard indeedBloody tears fall down to the empty hands from thestrange eyes