His smile obscured the mischief in his eyes
That held knowledge from a time long gone,
And no-one knew where these secrets came from,
Only that it was bestowed to him,

Such a wisdom came with a hefty price;
From one's essence of pure suffering,
Irrecovable grudge that's been passed down,
Or bittersweet memory of life,

Pay the price, and he will share his wisdom
That even the gods themselves wanted,
And there is no trickery to this deal—
Knowledge gained, fragment of one's life, lost,

Not a deception, 'tis merely a trade,
Far better than paying with an eye,
Yet still could not believe the treachery
Of righteous vengeance laid before them,
But be wary, for his words have poison,
Evoking...