Trance Lyrics

Tormentor Trance

Midnight...
Six men sat together

Around hexagonal table

They connected their hands
Whispering incantation

After
Six minutes later

The magic circle
Became grower

They connected their hands
Whispering incantation

Their eyes closed down
And fall into a nightmare
They started to tremble
They started connected
With the aliens of Darkness
They became possessed

Trance

Feeling - grew into horrible dream
Soon they massacred each other