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In the dungeon

Under the crystal mountain

Self made hostage

Of an odious monster

With mocking laughter he comes

A great eldritch calamity

Manipulator, a wardrobe of sheep's clothing

Hypnotic power

Minutes turn to hours

Life captor

Wielding bag and blackened scepter

Bading you to crawl into his cage

And to give him the key

You now belong to the wizard

Your soul has been sold to the lowest bidder

You now no longer live

You simply draw breath to exist