The Ventriloquist

Possessed by order
Enchanted men
A horde of disciples
A desolate clan

Minions of their lord
Their spirits sundered
Blinded by magic
They steal and plunder

He walks in as a trouper
Brings with him misery
High on voodoo
He sings a ghastly hymn

He faces all the people
Holds his puppet up high
He spells out the words
That bring the doll to life

Beware the ventriloquist
You won't be able to resist
The spells he'll cast on you
Beware! He'll trick you too

As the spectators
Look into the eyes
Of the cursed figurine
They are hypnotised

Bewitched by magic
Driven to sin
They're under the spell
Of the figurine

He travels on and on
Town after town
Enchanting men
He wears his horned crown

And with every town
The army grows
What will happen of them
No one knows