The Spell (Kamelot cover)

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.