The Spell

Where has all the magic gone?

Lost behind, or lost along?

Victim of the puzzle of our society

Don't you miss the ancient times?

The riddles and the subtle signs?

Relative perspective on reality?

I get stronger in the splendor of a lucid moon

I'm a creature of the night

All my demons cast a spell

(The souls of dusk rising from the ashes)

So the book of shadows tell

(The weak will always obey the master)

Heading for the dragon's lair

Another time, a different sphere

I leave this nothingness behind

When the sense of logic yields

I'll escape the outer shields

Into the universal mind

I get stronger in the splendor of a lucid moon

Only creatures of the night can heal my wounds

All my demons cast a spell

The souls of dusk rising from the ashes

So the book of shadows tell

The weak will always obey the master

All my demons cast a spell

The souls of dusk rising from the ashes

So the book of shadows tell

The weak will always obey the master