As she reads my palms, her crystal shone like the sun She said she was nearing her end and that I was a chosen one With one turn of her hourgla** years gone by like the shifting sand In search of the lonely one who's been burned by the gypsy's brand Soothsayer, spellbinder, I'm looking for you You hold the key, an end to the mystery And it all comes down to you Soothsayer The stars that cross the sky lit like a candle's flame I knew for my curse that the gypsy was to blame She spoke of the prophecy that I was doomed to walk the land Forewarned by the tarot card, turned by the gypsy's hand Soothsayer, spellbinder, I'm looking for you You hold the key, and end to the mystery And it call comes down to you Soothsayer Some many years have pa**ed since I've heard the gypsy's bell So many men have died under the weight of her spell Now I wear the mark and bear the gypsy's name With this my end is near and you'll feel the gypsy's pain Soothsayer, spellbinder, I'm coming for you You've held the key, and end to the mystery And it all comes down to you Soothsayer