Kamelot – The Spell

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 and 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