Wrong doing and mischief was his crime He would watch while others stood in line Pray to those that would keep him safe Laugh while others burned at the stake Master of his magic This man has no name Fearful for the future Fearful for their gain Sorcerer They said the healer had gone bad Taken all that he had for himself Seasoned witch Fear of his acts rising up to a fever pitch Frightened by the things he could not see Types Of truths he knows would set them free Supernatural sorcery His death brings new life to fantasy Reading of the hammer Brings them little peace No cure for enchanters Knowledge their disease Reading of the hammer Brings them little peace For one day Hunted and reluctant Consumed by judgement and panic Brought the death to magic The unfortunate mystic With his idealistic and naive ways Hunted and reluctant Consumed by judgement and panic Brought the death No one could've been braver Their forsaken savior He is the one (burning like the sun) And he is reluctant Consumed by judgement and panic Brought the death