Pagan's Mind The Master's Voice
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
