Serious Black Magic

It’s a biting, bitter, cold September night
You’d be wise to stay in bed
The market square is dead
The wind dies down and we know that it’s midnight
The moon lights the streets we walk
The air comes alive
For tonight is our time
and it’s magic
For tonight is our time
We’ve come to settle the score
We’re making serious black magic
We tingle with the power of the night
You’d be wise to lock your door
The call rings out once more
Come children! Heed your mistress
it is midnight!
There’s blood on the streets that we walk
and nothing seems real anymore
For tonight is our time
and it’s magic
For tonight is our time
We’ve come to settle the score
We’re making serious black magic
For fifty years of torture
Five and five score more
For all those years in torment
Let my vengeance lift your soul
We’re making serious black magic