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