Pagan's Mind - The Master's Voice lyrics

A silent whisper calls Through the cold wind The path that's on your way Interference He who chooses the enter this Silence, whispers go Hear my master Evil witches dance Creeping fire I am scorn from my master You got it made Into the fire In fire we shall walk Through the deadlands From ahses rise again Be forever Creatures of another world Far beyond the edge Silence, whispers go Hear my master Evil witches dance Creeping fire Burn! I am scorn from my master You got it made Into the fire Silence, whispers go Hear my master Evil witches dance Creeping fire Silence, whispers go Hear my master Evil witches dance Creeping fire Burn! I am scorn from my master You got it made Into the fire I am scorn from my master You got it made Into the fire