[Igor / Big Boss]
Ominous herbs of a magnificent size,
Your seed grew up in the cursed night,
Watched by the Wild
Star, Hostile, Threatening!
Your very names suspicious to an inquiring sage
Were repudiated from words in long past
When mastering your power was a prohibited science.
Kolkhidian and Egyptian sages,
In the shine of bloody Moon,
your roots precious to Magi
Who, mixing tart sap of the plants
With the dead extract of whitened bones
Incanted in low
At midnight distilled these magic drinks,
By which chastity of virgins fell through overpowered,
nakedness of their side...!