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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 knows