| Magic mist, black candles burn, as the prophet
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| Makes his turn, see the darkness in his eyes
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| See the truth beyond the lies
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| His spirit calls me, his mind is born free
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| Say your prayers, do it well
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| When the prophet casts his spell
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| Divine gift or evil curse
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| Will his knowledge make it worse?
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| His voice inside my mind, the truth is what I find
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| Look into your crystal ball, tell the truth and
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| Start to call, the evil curse is upon you
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| Witchcraft, spells and curses old
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| Let your fortune be told
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| See, the curse is still on you
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| Feel the propht’s pain
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| The shades of things to come
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| Feel th prophet’s pain
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| Fear what you have done
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| Lonely is the one who knows, what the
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| Crystal ball shows, no one wants to be warned
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| No one wants to be harmed
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| So many fear it, so many hear it
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| Magic signs are all around
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| On the walls and on the ground
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| Sacrifice and uphold his magic charm
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| Blind eyes may see far
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| Strong minds behold the shining stars
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| Look into your crystal ball, tell the truth and
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| Start to call, the evil curse is upon you
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| Witchcraft, spells and curses old
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| Let your fortune be told
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| See, the curse is still on you
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| Feel the prophet’s pain
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| The shades of things to come
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| Feel the prophet’s pain
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| Fear what you have done |