Wizards Lyrics


a gathering

in the night

on a hilltop

veiled in secrecy

a burning effigy

of hate

and magickal power

a circle of cloaked figures

ghosts in the night

they fly

they're burning

mystical favors

bestowed upon them

by the deity, their patron

invoked

the spell has worked

the charm is in effect

spellcasting warfare

esoteric hatred