Master of Black Arts Songtext
von Maahes

Mystic man in the chamber of unfolding
He′s sending signals over all lands
Echoes swing up out of deepest seas
And the hall comes out of valleys

Unstable animals will be haunted when they sleep
Buds thrive at dawn and they will not see it
The flowers pollinate their whole awareness
While the gardener keeps control about his plant

Deep in the chambers of the mystic man
He shows his hidden divine creature
The power of wishes is the master key
Which is able to open every door

No wannabe magician of misleading
No reflection in the shadows of untruth
He is the grandmaster of the black arts
Wrapped by a mysterious veil


Upon the fortress of the mystic man
Created by the image of his desire
In destruction and self-pity soaked pins
He reproduces his ideas on paper

Own realization is the goal of the creature
Not the denial of needs
Basic instincts slumber in the existence
The theatre of evil begins

Never a real witch was executed
She has mastered the art of seduction
Never a real magus had been destroyed
He controlled the manipulators

The curtain falls the true rulers appear
Which wait in their stronghold for a long time
They differentiate between good and evil
But where is the man who defined bad?
Who defined bad?