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

Only Creatures 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 And A Different Sphere

I Leave The 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