In a curious mood, seeking trouble and voodoo
A trip to Kenya
The season was warm, the hottest hell
The way of dirt, a sensation of thirst
Made us beseeching
Already the darkness fell over the land
Things getting worse over time
The fire and spell
As the tribe goes hoofing it
A ceremony
We do know why we are here
Fatality
Decoy!
One of us was the Judas
The witch head was him
He puts a jinx on our blood-fate
Coagulates
With magic!
Who will be now heroic?
Shall we dwell or pass in?
(This spell can’t be broken)
The loading I will shoulder
Made by ancient wizards
(And the sand turns to a bloody hell)
The fire and spell
When the fire cuts in the night
I’m incurable
The black magic wanders in my veins
And forever
The prison!
When the loneliness raped a man
He murdered his way
Decided to write a new fiction
The pages decayed
The power of magic was the power in me!
