In better times a spell could save you
the wine that we threw into a chasm came right back at you
now it's all so straight and narrow and the skeptics rule the nation
the servants scream “always wear blackâ€
the stupid cinematic witchscapes give you a skewed impression of the realms of the magic arts
yes it's all over your head so enjoy the dim vacation
a sermon reads “never wear blackâ€
There is no now you can tape that to your devil brow
time came for the end my lord explain your cattle call
what we need is a soft second serve of your fine approximations
shepherd reed “always wear blackâ€
You find the grace in true frustration
time came before the end my lord, explain
