Possessed by order Enchanted men A horde of disciples A desolate clan
Minions of their lord Their spirits sundered Blinded by magic They steal and plunder
He walks in as a trouper Brings with him misery High on voodoo He sings a ghastly hymn
He faces all the people Holds his puppet up high He spells out the words That bring the doll to life
Beware the ventriloquist You won't be able to resist The spells he'll cast on you Beware! He'll trick you too
As the spectators Look into the eyes Of the cursed figurine They are hypnotised
Bewitched by magic Driven to sin They're under the spell Of the figurine
He travels on and on Town after town Enchanting men He wears his horned crown
And with every town The army grows What will happen of them No one knowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
