Король и Шут — Некромант

You say I'm a demon? That's right! You'll never have any luck with me. Forever my calling is evil and revenge, For a demon it cannot be otherwise!

What did I do to deserve the fate of a wretched outcast? Constantly tormenting myself with the question: Who am I? Thoughts that I'm a demon often helped me survive, And people everywhere called me that too.

You, ominous moon, Are in love with my torment. Having robbed my soul of peace, What are you doing to me? Maybe you'll give me an answer, Why has the whole wide world Turned against me, Why was I born?

I remember how a mob of peasants wanted to kill me, Then the inquisitors maimed my body. Everything rose up against the young necromancer, Making me a martyr to my own talent.

Half human, Half I am a dead man. Such I will remain forever, Like a wolf among sheep. My life is full of suffering, But the choice made by fate, No, I have no power to change: War with myself!

People are my enemies, though once they were brothers. I laid my curse upon the whole region: Crops perish, and all around are plague and famine, And wandering winds bring dreadful cold.

You, ominous moon, Are in love with my torment. Having robbed my soul of peace, What are you doing to me? Maybe you'll give me an answer, Why has the whole wide world Turned against me, Why was I born?