Magic I feel it burn inside my body's pleasure.
A witches caress drives my soulless mind.
There’s no way to know from where its whipping comes.
So lie within your fantasies to die.
There's mystic in the shadows. There's wisdom in the blaze.
The subtle touch of fire; Destruction, sex and evil passion.
The subtle touch of fire; Magic, candles and damnation.
Dreaming. Caught in time by wishes in my dark obsession.
Being one through the air of Witchcraft.
Committing the elements to flow,
And letting loose my wicked heart.
Delight on the burning altar.
Consumed corpses by fire.
Those souls will turn to dust.
Screaming all their lust.
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