Gamblor

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets.

Hot air ballooning. Bare knuckled boxing. Nude greco roman wrestling.

Misty morning, clouds in the sky/ Without warning, the wizard walks by/ Casting his shadow, weaving his spell/ Funny clothes, tinkling bell

Never talking/ Just keeps walking/ Spreading his magic

-Black Sabbath