Algol, demon, capricious your brightness  shifts from day to day - rises, abates, intesifies  again, sometimes triumphant and sparkling,  sometimes pale and faint. For a long time  we've searched with wonder for the key  to this mystery, the right element to  your eager and changing, queer temperament.    Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle:  you've got a companion on your journey,  like a slave, a faithful shadow he  constantly follows you on the desolate  path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely.    Never have we seen his guise, dark, parches,  stiff and cold, but still we know he exists;  like ashamed he hides behind you - free  and merry you shine - until he once  again crawls out of the darkness and  covers you. And your glare becomes  pallid and dull, and your mind cloudy.    Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle:  you've got a companion on your journey,  like a slave, a faithful shadow he  constantly follows you on the desolate  path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely.    And similars there are - many Algols  wanders in the space - maybe even  more among us on earth. Sunlight spirits  darkened by a shadow, young princes  concealed by old slaves, doublesouls,  divided creatures - a blissful son of the  light indissolubely linked with a bitter dark demon.    Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle:  you've got a companion on your journey,  like a slave, a faithful shadow he  constantly follows you on the desolate  path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely.