They call me SpellSong.
For truths I tell. I am seldom wrong.
With this my voice of spun gold.
Tales I will tell of days of old.
Sit my friend, while I weave my spell.
Where will we go? I will soon tell.
They call me SpellSong.
for though I have not lived long,
great music, and magick have I commanded.
Kings and Queens my presance have demanded.
Because of the magick in my souls voice.
They are left with little choice.
They call me SpellSong...
