Thunder and lighting, action, come fire, come rain The wizard is playing god in his armchair again Cyberlike snake eyes they burn The man with the black cat will show us what tricks he has learned Abraxas, Abraxas, he's building cathedrals of air Climbing the skies like a madman because they are there Magic master control He's hiding in a secret black hole
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