Serious Black Magic - Serious Black

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