The Alchemist always had tricks up his sleeve
Whatever he wanted, he’d make you believe 

He’d make you hear voices, he’d mess with your head
He’d thrill and astound you making gold out of lead

One evening while mixing and playing with fire
His famed aqua vitae spilled onto live wire

The explosion consumed him and all that he had
But he rose up quite quickly, and doesn’t feel bad

What he did for the living, he now does for the dead
Astounds all the masses making  gold out of lead