| As I look into the eyes of Victoria
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| Enter the Puppet Master and his wife
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| I can’t speak… I'm in shock…
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| Human skulls, ancient books
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| A strange symbol on the wall, black candles burning low
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| In the gloomy light, I see an altar in white
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| Oh, what is it for? |
| It must be a Ritual
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| In glass jars, up on shelves
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| I see liquid dark as Hell, there’s one for every Puppet
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| I hear the Master’s voice, magic words from ancient times
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| I’m feeling strange inside
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| Oh… as if something has taken my mind
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| I hear the Master’s voice, magic words from ancient times
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| I’m feeling strange inside
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| Oh… as if something has taken my mind
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| In panic, I kick the shelf. |
| with all the jars
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| One of them falls from high above. |
| to the floor
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| RED! |
| Oh so Red… it's BLOOD
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| «How dare you disturb my work»?
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| Demon skull, red as Blood
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| It’s in the symbol on the wall, there’s something deadly wrong
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| I feel a sting in my eyes, as they’re given eternal life
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| All because of the Blood on the floor, interrupted Ritual
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| I hear the Master’s voice, magic words from ancient times
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| I’m feeling strange inside
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| Oh… as if something has taken my mind
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| He lures away my soul, from its shelter and into the cold
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| To him my soul is gold
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| Trading souls with this Demon is something he knows
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| As well as Hell
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| Magic life. |
| is his return
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| Pain. |
| in my skin, SIN…
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| I feel some kind of Magic… inside |