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Veiled by obscurity

Wind howls along the way

With his cloak of doom

He turns the night to day

As the bell tolls, the hour comes at last

Beware the conjurer, his dark magic is cast

Deep in the haunted wood

Beyond a cursed town

He makes his magic circle

Holds demons there spellbound

Chorus

In a haze of crimson fire

Cosmic keys reveal the past

Tempting the chains of reason

Witching hour approaching fast

Chorus

Candles burn with eerie glimmer

Potions brew on open flame

Can he control this power?

Ashes of what remains