Trismegistus Blues

In the halls of the ancients, where whispers unfold Hermes, he stands, with secrets untold Mirrors of alchemy, gold in his grip Trouble's brewing, he's letting it slip Scrolls of wisdom, now edges worn thin Three-times great, but his patience wears thin [Chorus] Oh, Hermes, with your winged shoes' glide Trismegistus, now you must decide With the cryptic fates you dance and sway Will you reveal the truth or lead them astray? In this measured chaos, the game that you spin Cunning messenger, what trouble you're in