In a dark room, by the light of the candle The spirits speak to those still alive Hand in hand, in meditation The living see the power of witchcraft At the head of a table, an old woman sits Her face is stern, as she hears them speak When it is done, she reads her crystal ball & tells them all the future to come
Aspire to the secrets of the dead The medium receives the answers From the other side Resolve the questions of your past Cry out from the dead The medium will hear
All of those who don't believe Scoff at her to ease their insecurity All who doubt her mystic power Fall prey to this woman's evil curse The rituals of the occult Are not to be tampered with The medium takes the risk to find Out her own desires
When all is silent and no one is near The medium sits once again at the table alone She calls the spirits back to find out once again What the future may hold and what remains untold The spirits return to the room And start to find for her mind And all the power within her and her soul Then in the midst of it all The spirits take hold of her soul Then tear her life away
Aspire to the secrets of the damned The medium confronts the dead in secrecy Alone she cannot face the evil hordes The medium lost her soul to the other sideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
