Where has all the magic gone? Lost behind, or lost along? Victim of the puzzle of our society Don't you miss the ancient times? The riddles and the subtle signs? 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 dragon's lair Another time, a different sphere I leave this nothingness behind 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 ♪ 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