26 October 2012
He's the Spirit Man, he's come to town. Casting grains and herbs Inhibitions unbound
To weave his potions Some sweet some bite. He'll take your mind to dizzying heights.
He'll coax from you your dreams and fears Distill their meaning through your tears
Then age them all in his barrels of oak. Liquid passions soon evoked.
He's the Spirit Man, And he does ensnare With grains and herbs Drink up if you dare ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In honor of Viking Horn who is now learning to make distilled spirits as part of his new job.
The Spirit Man • Opuss № I