Black waxy candle in my hand With dusk's approach I go ahead Through dark corridor of the dead To start the séance Open the book of ancient knowledge Swallow a potion to fill its dark I mutter the words from the one secret spell I fall in trance
Potion takes over me With wide opened eyes I can't see Blindness drags me into black sea I feel fear Unknown images beckon me Try to keep my mind out of real Concentrate myself on the one of them I start to feel it Image becomes to materialize Gradually I start to differentiate it It's a performance of God Holy Play It is a tragedy and I'm who can feel it Darkness or Light Endless Fight Eternal Endless Fight!!!