Dead of Night - In Search of Ancient Magic

His father's dying words
'Hear my voice and take my insights
For you are my son, the Mage
And you are spirit bathed in healing light'

Abramelin's tales are spun
From the father to the son
He will be the chosen one
To spread the word, a golden dawn

You've sung this song before
A song you've always known
You sing it as you go
In search of ancient magic

He travelled both far and wide
And found the man since many days
And in the scorched desert sands
He taught him of the ancient magic ways

Hear my voice and hear my plea
Guardian angels come to me
Blind those demons who would see
Into my soul, and set me free

You've sung this song before
A song you've always known
You sing it as you go
In search of ancient magic

You've sung this song before
A song you've always known
You sing it as you go
In search of ancient...

Magic, take me away from
My April days
Make life from the clay
And give it rain
Magic, one more time hold me
Let me behold thee
As was foretold, we
Shall meet again

So hear my voice and hear my plea
Guardian angels come to me
Blind those demons who would see
Into my soul, and set me free

You've sung this song before
A song you've always known
You sing it as you go
In search of ancient magic

You've sung this song before
A song you've always known
You sing it as you go
In search of ancient

Magic...
Magic...
Magic...

Written by:
Dead of Night

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