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Text: Rotting Christ. As If by Magic.

The night absorbs reality
And releases my fantasy
It tickles my vanity
And throws me into ecstasy

The abbys of illusion
Reveals a fairy land
I am in confusion
For I've got out of hand

And I became air
And I became fire
The enemies filled with despair
As I am getting higher

I have gained the wisdom
I have honoured the spell
I have conquered the stardom
I have beaten the night as well

Innocence arrives with dawn
All creatures start to die
They leave me alone
And are eager for the night

The fairies of the night
Surround me, beset me
Fear is their delight

They will try to take me

The new moon salutes me
The wind whispers a word
The wicked witches embrace me
And touch me with their magic hand

And I became air
And I became fire
The enemies filled with despair
As I am getting higher

I have gained the wisdom
I have honoured the spell
I have conquered the stardom
I have beaten the night as well

Innocence arrives with dawn
All creatures start to die
They leave me alone
And are eager for the night