Mojo

If I had to say it's all a lie

I'd do it with a certain mojo

All stories fail and end someday

Until that day I'll keep on chanting

A crow is my sign

Leading the way to "Hell House Inn"

I'll take you to darkened lands

No time to stop and smell the flowers

All evil here is from your past,

That beast can slay you like a tigon

There all the cheer

Suddenly stop as we arrive,

Then they laugh

And sing words of the Grim:

"We're the tyrants of this legacy

All for your tame conspiracy

We belong in halls of destiny

We're the tyrants of conspiracy

All for the sake destiny

We belong in your fading legacy"

Come on little hellish dwarf and

Dance and drink and then cut of your

Hands and while you see the way I

Kill know I'm magnificent still

They tempted you with holy lands

And lovely fragrance from the flowers

But angel and beast

Walk hand in hand in the mud

The story ends in all it's might

And still we do it with a mojo

Their glory fades and ends someday

Until that day we keep on chanting