★─────────★──────────★──────────★ Original Lyrics | Musical Arrangement & Production in Studio 2.0 | Voice based on my own voice | Cover Art | © Artanne - All rights reserved. ★─────────★──────────★──────────★ I stand above the steaming cauldron... And softly murmur low: “clove…” “sage….” Some more obscure herbs and spices... That no one seems to know. I follow the ritual, Just as the book will say, For if I fail to follow it, The balance goes astray. The blade cuts with both edges, Through the flesh, clean and clear. Searching for the center... Precise and without fear. The contents of the cauldron, Glow orange, warm and bright. The air is rich with fragrance, Am I doing this all right? I follow the ritual, Just as the book will say, For if I fail to follow it, The balance goes astray. Letters dance before my eyes, Smoky vapors twist and coil. I softly hum the recipe... And bring the mixture to a boil. Then it is time to taste it, The brew I’ve made with care. I stir it with my spoon a while, Then sample what is there. I follow the ritual, Just as the book will say, For if I fail to follow it, The balance goes astray. The brew is finally ready, I hope it will taste right. Everyone is waiting.... For the..... Pumpkin soup... That I made tonight. © Artanne - 2026
