Angelo Branduardi - Mustapha's Tale Lyrics
Mustapha the silver bit and stoked up the fireBegan his tale once in the blue hills so tiredI found a cave to shelter in, the entrance was lowIf its fable or fantasy the desert wind knowsIf its fable or fantasy the desert wind blowsSuddenly awakened with a black chill of terrorI saw twelve hooded figures in graveyard apparelWho shuffling towards me where I crouched by the wallSaid Mustapha you're now one of us, we have need of one moreYes joining hands they left a place and called for one moreThirteen we must be tonight for conjure and schemeMy limbs gave me to them I prayed that I dreamedMy hands held fast by other hands the circle was closedIf its fable or fantasy the desert wind knowsIf its fable or fantasy the desert wind blowsA pentagram of Caldea was drawn in vermillionWhere five lamps were a'flickering to foul incantationWhen all at once sulphurous vapours did riseA cloud, a shape, a form, a face with tapers for eyesNever was a gargoyle more hideously mouldedOr a voice heard more of snake fitWhich that awful head issuedNo greater riches offered for a small sacrificeA name in blood, a promised soul, the unholy priceA name in blood, a promised soul, the unholy priceIt offered me all women both living and deadPalaces and flower a crown for my headBut from somewhere deep inside me came the strength to scream noIf its fable or fantasy the desert wind knowsIf its fable or fantasy the desert wind blowsMustapha the silver bit and stoked up the fireBegan his tale once in the blue hills so tiredI found a cave to shelter in and the rest I've disclosedFable or fantasy the desert wind blowsFable or fantasy the desert wind blowsIf its fable or fantasy the desert wind blows
