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