Son of a Witch Lyrics

Change is a-coming
Black clouds in the sky
The weight of portent
For you and I

Your dreams how they burn
Held in my hand
Hate and self-pity
For castles made of sand

For the fire in the night
And the end of life
That you take for the sake
Of your selfish pride
So you cry and you pray
And life slips away
As you reap what you sow
That's the way it goes

The sun it has risen
A fire in the air
Fuel for the ritual
As eyes that only stare

True hypnosis
Communion is complete
Your dreams in my hands
Your soul at my feet