| Magic mist, black candles burn, as the prophet |
| Makes his turn, see the darkness in his eyes |
| See the truth beyond the lies |
| His spirit calls me, his mind is born free |
| Say your prayers, do it well |
| When the prophet casts his spell |
| Divine gift or evil curse |
| Will his knowledge make it worse? |
| His voice inside my mind, the truth is what I find |
| Look into your crystal ball, tell the truth and |
| Start to call, the evil curse is upon you |
| Witchcraft, spells and curses old |
| Let your fortune be told |
| See, the curse is still on you |
| Feel the prophet’s pain |
| The shades of things to come |
| Feel the prophet’s pain |
| Fear what you have done |
| Lonely is the one who knows, what the |
| Crystal ball shows, no one wants to be warned |
| No one wants to be harmed |
| So many fear it, so many hear it |
| Magic signs are all around |
| On the walls and on the ground |
| Sacrifice and uphold his magic charm |
| Blind eyes may see far |
| Strong minds behold the shining stars |
| Look into your crystal ball, tell the truth and |
| Start to call, the evil curse is upon you |
| Witchcraft, spells and curses old |
| Let your fortune be told |
| See, the curse is still on you |
| Feel the prophet’s pain |
| The shades of things to come |
| Feel the prophet’s pain |
| Fear what you have done |