Gaunter o'Dimm

His smile fair as spring, as towards him he draws you
His tongue sharp and silvery, as he implores you
Your wishes he grants, as he swears to adore you
Gold, silver, jewels – he lays riches before you

They call him the man of glass, master mirror
Dues need be repaid, and he will come for you
All to reclaim, no smile to console you
He'll snare you in bonds, eyes glowin’, a fire
To gore and torment you, till the stars expire

My smile fair as spring, as towards me I draw you
My tongue sharp and silvery, as I implore you
Your wishes I grant, as I swear to adore you
Gold, silver, jewels – I lay riches before you

They call me the man of glass, master mirror
Dues need be repaid, and I will come for you
All to reclaim, no smile to console you
I'll snare you in bonds, eyes glowin’, a fire
To gore and torment you, till the stars expire