ItaloDiscogs
My brother sent me this down his mobile one dark foggy evening after he'd been driving for miles after getting lost in the French countryside. Eventually he said, he 'd found this old hotel where everything was candlelit and they did roast ox and boar and there was this olde worlde peasant party laid on and anyway about an hour later he rang there was this near riot in the village - someone had seen a firebreathing monster that could run, without horse, faster than a frightened mare and they were smashing his car and blaming him as the sorcerer who owned it, now the line starts going really crackly and fades out, he just has time to say he's hiding from some knights dressed up in armour and a bloke in a long red robe they call Le Grande Inquisitore Generale ....