Lyrics The Wicca Maker - Zior

The Wicca Maker

He is the wicca maker
Make a man out of clay
Ooh, the wicca maker
Do you wanna see him play
He’s hot
He’s cold
He looks so young
But he is old
Thunder rolls in the heavens
Lightning strikes through and through
He is the voodoo man
He’s got his eyes on you
He’s black
He’s white
He is the day
And he is the night
He is the wicca maker
Make a man out of clay
Ooh, the wicca maker
Do you wanna see him play
He takes the wax from the candle
He holds the doll in his hands
Molding the magic of evil
Even the ground shakes where he stands
He is the wicca maker
Make a man out of clay
Ooh, the wicca maker
Do you wanna see him play
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh…