Marcin Przybyłowicz
A Gifted Man Brings Gifts Galore
His smile fresh 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
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' afire
To gore and torment you 'til the stars expire