The Master's Voice - Pagan's Mind

A silent whisper calls

Through the cold wind

The path that’s on your way

Interference

He who chooses the enter this

Silence, whispers go

Hear my master

Evil witches dance

Creeping fire

I am scorn from my master

You got it made

Into the fire

In fire we shall walk

Through the deadlands

From ahses rise again

Be forever

Creatures of another world

Far beyond the edge

Silence, whispers go

Hear my master

Evil witches dance

Creeping fire

Burn!

I am scorn from my master

You got it made

Into the fire

Silence, whispers go

Hear my master

Evil witches dance

Creeping fire

Silence, whispers go

Hear my master

Evil witches dance

Creeping fire

Burn!

I am scorn from my master

You got it made

Into the fire

I am scorn from my master

You got it made

Into the fire