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Spell
It sends chills down your spine
It keeps you from sleeping
You don't know where it comes from
It caresses your nights
With its wings reddened
By the blood of humans
And when suddenly its claws
Close in on your body
Burning your tomorrows
It will follow from afar
The agony of the procession
That takes away your fate
Spell, Spell
Spell, Spell
Sitting on your grave
With its gaping mouth
It will spit on your soul
Sacrificed by your people on the altar of death
It will throw you into the flames
And in your beautiful blaze
You watch the sorcerer
Who enjoys and swoons
Now you know his name
You know what he's called
He's called Spell
Spell, Spell
Spell, Spell
