Something Wicked

Here comes the circus now to steal your life away

Catch unwary children at their play

Disturb what was a peaceful island of calm

A storm is coming on the horizon

The traveller begs for you for his words to heed

To fear the evil thing that he proceeds

Recurring evil in the autumn times of sin

A mad collection of broken men

Thunder ripping out across the sky

Draw the lightning out of my mind

By the prickling of my thumbs

Something wicked this way comes

The house of mirrors is your place of play

Ten thousand faces driving you insane

A carnival of hate now crawling through your mind

A gripping fear that leaves you paralyzed

Thunder ripping out across the sky

Draw the lightning out of my mind

By the prickling of my thumbs

Something wicked this way comes