I am the wizard who dwelleth alone, in the mist of dreams that is my home
I need not your machines to travel about- for my soul, in flight, doth roam
I am the wizard who dwelleth free and I tell you this not in brag
For a wizard’s life- ‘tis not easy and can often times hit a snag
She came to me one summer’s day and her eyes were of the sky
And though she stayed not with me long, her memory did not soon die
I took her many times inside- she so willing, warm and young
But as the years like birds flew past, I felt a song was left unsung
For though I am of Merlin birth, I am but human, too
And longed for what she would not give- the love her simple man knew
Sorcerer Torturer, will you tell me how
Do you expect me to be satisfied with just a fantasy now?
I tried to buzz you on the telephone- your sister says that you’re not at home
But I know she’s lying and that you’re not alone
Your thumbscrews tighten on this sorcerer’s cone
Sorcerer Torture, please take me off the rack- I really need to get my manhood back
You know I needed you right from the start
But, instead of love, you stuck a torch in my heart
Sorcerer Torturer! Sorcerer Torturer! Sorcerer Torturer!
Your girlfriend says you don’t want me around
And since that day, my bats fly upside down
My noble look has turned into a frown
You treat this Master like a circus clown
Sorcerer Torturer, I love you so!
And I only wanted to make that love grow
You broke my magic wand when I shook it at you
And turned my potion into a useless goo!
Sorcerer Torturer! Sorcerer Torturer! Sorcerer Torturer!
(bridge)
Eye of newt, claw of cat, can’t you tell me where my baby’s at? (repeated over and over)
And so I ranted through the night, with a madman’s bloody rage
My soul a murderous slanderer of the wisdom of the sage
I smashed my head into a gory pulp in tormented agony
‘til a dawn of understanding, once again enlightened me
Oh Sorcerer Torturer, I decipher for you now
The truth that stands written upon every lover’s brow
Burned there by fires of passion, taught by the wastes of haste
Obscured by jealous heartache; ridiculed, but never erased……..
(Epilogue)
O loved one stand now with me, so that I may with strength pronounce
The oath that is all wizard’s creed: It’s what’s inside that counts.
Copyright 1984 George Brian Ferrell