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 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 this nothingness behind and when the sense of logic yields
I'll escape the outer shields Into the universal mind