A Gifted Man Brings Gifts Galore - Marcin Przybyłowicz

His smile fresh as spring as towards him he draws you

His Tongue sharp and silvery, as he implores you

Your wishes he grants as he swears to adore you

Gold, silver, jewels he lays riches before you

Dues need be repaid and he will come for you

All to reclaim no smile to console you

He'll snare you in bonds eyes glowin' afire |

To gore and torment you 'til the stars expire