The Ritual

As I look into the eyes of Victoria

Enter the Puppet Master and his wife

I can't speak...I'm in shock...

Human skulls, ancient books

A strange symbol on the wall, black candles burning low

In the gloomy light, I see an altar in white

Oh, what is it for? It must be a Ritual

In glass jars, up on shelves

I see liquid dark as Hell, there's one for every Puppet

I hear the Master's voice, magic words from ancient times

I'm feeling strange inside

Oh...as if something has taken my mind

I hear the Master's voice, magic words from ancient times

I'm feeling strange inside

Oh...as if something has taken my mind

In panic, I kick the shelf.. with all the jars

One of them falls from high above.. to the floor

RED!! Oh so Red...it's BLOOD

"How dare you disturb my work"?

Demon skull, red as Blood

It's in the symbol on the wall, there's something deadly wrong

I feel a sting in my eyes, as they're given eternal life

All because of the Blood on the floor, interrupted Ritual

I hear the Master's voice, magic words from ancient times

I'm feeling strange inside

Oh...as if something has taken my mind

He lures away my soul, from its shelter and into the cold

To him my soul is gold

Trading souls with this Demon is something he knows

As well as Hell

Magic life.. is his return

Pain.. in my skin, SIN...

I feel some kind of Magic...inside