The Enthralment Testo

Green, fresh flowerland
With hothing left to loose
Magic master, ruler of night
Was destroying the beautiful sight
Brothers and sisters
Of the free mind
Longing for mystery
And leaving reality behind
They became the victims
Of their intuition
The enthralment was everlasting
Green, fresh flowerland
With nothing left to loose
The witchhunt, they lost their lives
To humanize the world
Pretty little sister
With your magic potion
Your enthralment is everlasting