Company Band - Spellbinder lyrics

Who do you think was there? Six fingered dealers eager to show all their wares. Only the blind man knows the road. Only the faithful can let go. Trespa**ing the garden, lantern is flickering Below the surface, waters are bickering Aleister Crowley, there'll be no golden Dawn, Only the molten tongue of Metatron. You just cool spellbinder, shaking up a bag of tricks. And your house made of mirror, and your house made of Sticks.