The Retired Thaumaturge Songtext
von Lunar Mistake

Sleeping past dawn′s call
Dreaming of nothing at all

Brewing tea just for me
Baking tarts
Eyes of newt lie untouched
In the jar

Time at last for magicless arts
And casting spells for myself
When I please
Making salves for my own goddamn knees

I hear desperate pleas from outside the door
No, I don't care anymore


Don′t whine
You're fine

Don't weep
Just sleep

My husband′s missing, who′s he kissing
Ease my woes
Make his flesh peel
Help me heal

Create a diversion for our incursion
Smite our foes
Conjure the best shield
I can wield

Change the weather, make it wetter
Chase the crows away


Oh, thank the gods I'm finally done
Only fools think thaumaturgy is fun