Angelo Branduardi Mustapha`s Tale Lyrics

Mustapha`s Tale Lyrics

ANGELO BRANDUARDI
"fables and fantasies"

Mustapha's
Tale

Mustapha the silver bit and stoked up the fire
Began his tale
once in the blue hills so tired
I found a cave to shelter in, the entrance
was low
If its fable or fantasy the desert wind knows
If its fable or
fantasy the desert wind blows

Suddenly awakened with a black chill of
terror
I saw twelve hooded figures in graveyard apparel
Who shuffling
towards me where I crouched by the wall
Said Mustapha you're now one of us,
we have need of one more
Yes joining hands they left a place and called for
one more

Thirteen we must be tonight for conjure and scheme
My limbs
gave me to them I prayed that I dreamed
My hands held fast by other hands
the circle was closed
If its fable or fantasy the desert wind knows
If
its fable or fantasy the desert wind blows

A pentagram of Caldea was
drawn in vermillion
Where five lamps were a'flickering to foul
incantation
When all at once sulphurous vapours did rise
A cloud, a
shape, a form, a face with tapers for eyes

Never was a gargoyle more
hideously moulded
Or a voice heard more of snake fit
Which that awful
head issued
No greater riches offered for a small sacrifice
A name in
blood, a promised soul, the unholy price
A name in blood, a promised soul,
the unholy price

It offered me all women both living and dead
Palaces
and flower a crown for my head
But from somewhere deep inside me came the
strength to scream no
If its fable or fantasy the desert wind knows
If
its fable or fantasy the desert wind blows

Mustapha the silver bit and
stoked up the fire
Began his tale once in the blue hills so tired
I found
a cave to shelter in and the rest I've disclosed
Fable or fantasy the desert
wind blows
Fable or fantasy the desert wind blows
If its fable or fantasy
the desert wind blows