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Where has all the magic gone,

lost behind or lost along?

A victim of the pulse of our society!

don't you miss the ancient times,

the riddles and the subtle signs?

A relative perspective on reality.

I get stronger in the

splendor of a lucid moon,

I'm a creature of the night.

All my demons cast a spell,

the souls of dusk rising from the ashes.

So the book of shadows tell,

the weak will always obey the master.

Heading for the dragons lair,

another time, a different sphere.

I leave this nothingness behind!

And when the sense of logic yields

I'll escape the outer shields

into the universal mind.

I get stronger in the

splendor of a lucid moon,

only creatures of the night

Can heal my wounds.

All my demons cast a spell,

the souls of dusk rising from the ashes.

So the book of shadows tell,

the weak will always obey the master.