The Spell

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

I'm a creature of the nightAll 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 this nothingness behind and when the sense of logic yields

I'll escape the outer shields Into the universal mindI get stronger in the splendor of a lucid moon

Only creatures of the night can heal my wounds