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 [x2]



In panic, I kick the shelf with 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