The Spell کے بول

where has all the magic gone lost behind or lost along a victim of the pulse of our society don't you miss the ancient times the riddles and the subtle signs a relative perspective on reality I get stronger in the splendor of a lucid moon only creatures 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 dragons lair another time and a different sphere I leave the nothingness behind and 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