Magica

We have examined the manuscript. The information is complete, but does not conform to logical patterns. Flesh cannot be mutated into stone and remorphed back to the body once again. Continue the investigation with special attention given to one word. Magica!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

I love the night So many shadows Unholy light Putting out the spark Leave 'em in the dark - forever Ooh I can wait for you Your end is my life All lies are true Secrets of the heart And you can take them all - To heaven I don't feel pain or sorrow The child's a man tomorrow Crossing the line - Then he's mine Don't care which god you follow Whose promises you swallow Time and again We must meet at the end Aaah It's all right When the music is over Come on and dance For the lord of the last day I love the night So many shadows Unholy light Secrets of the heart Leave 'em in the dark Forever

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Lately when my demons drag the night across my eyes I just can't seem to fight it anymore Yield unto temptation and be ruler of the world But it seems that I have heard that song before And the voices begin to sing - Come home I have seen some evil as I've walked upon the earth But this is way beyond what eyes can see Wicked is as wicked does and if I lose control Is this the way that hell is gonna be Have I fallen too far to rise Been burning too long in the fire Then it all falls down - Tearing the night away It must be - Fever dreams Fever dreams Fever dreams Now before my demons roll the night across my eyes I tremble as I wait perhaps to sin Yield unto temptation and be ruler of the world And all I do is let the beast come in Have I fallen too far to rise I've been standing too long in the fire Let it all fall down Tearing the night away It must be - Fever dreams From the outside - Fever dreams Oh, fever dreams Fever dreams Ooh-ooh Fever dreams Fever dreams Fever dreams Fever dreams Fever dreams Fever dreams

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Welcome to sundown, welcome to the dark Could it be that evil has heroes Bring everybody down - Celebration Passing of the light Giving up your spirit to the night You'll turn to stone - Turn to stone Just forever You'll turn to stone - Turn to stone Here comes a fire We'll burn it to the ground Inside the page lies the power We've turned it all around - Celebration Words have control To take away your heart and then your soul You'll turn to stone - Turn to stone Just forever You'll turn to stone - Turn to stone Oh pray for a miracle But the wishes in the well have all gone dry There's no way for a miracle It's not the way you live, it's how you'll die Welcome to sun down - Welcome to the dark Could it be that the evil has heroes We've turned it all around - Celebration Words have control To take away your heart and then your soul You'll turn to stone - Turn to stone Just forever You'll turn to stone You'll turn to stone - Turn to stone "Concerning the inhabitants of Otherworld. There are many similarities to be found, parallel to our own society. The individual must be absorbed. The collective must be as one. Feed my head..."

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Hiding in a corner Waiting for the storm Maybe they'll forget about me Avoid connection Still they say you always surrender All the smiling faces Promising the sun Another way of breaking you down All is lost Hope is dead Feed my mind Fill my head Hope is gone The spell's been said Fill my mind Feed my head Ah Waiting for my number To climb upon the cross Maybe they'll forget about me Must avoid detection But they say you'll still go down Safe in dreams Away from where they are Let me be nowhere Just another star Safe in night The shadows cloak their eyes Take me to nowhere Where everybody flies Oh! All is lost Hope is dead Feed my mind Fill my head Hope is gone The spell's been said Fill my mind Feed my head All is lost Hope is dead Feed my mind Fill my head Hope is gone The spell's been said Fill my mind Feed my head All is lost Hope is dead Feed my mind Fill my head Hope is gone The spell's been said Fill my mind Feed my head All is lost Hope is dead Feed my mind Fill my head

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

Now that my dreams have gone dead I see them burning in the fire Just like the words that I've said Ashes turned to ashes once again Look for a sign in the air A light that dances in the sky Maybe you'll see it somewhere Oh, shining like a diamond Promising that hope will never die I might know the answer Well, it's back there in my brain Someday soon I'll be rising again Higher than the sun I have been father and son I cry for children of the night Just because tears have begun Beware of quiet voices Thunder comes from silence - I am light Oh, look for a sign, is it me No don't believe with only eyes Speak to the blind 'cause they see Truth is just a circle Spinning round until it meets the lies Then dies

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

I am a rock And you are glass Never broken - never last And if you're in my way I'll knock you down If it's a joke I'll never laugh Here's exactly how I see you in the light You're like a tear in the ocean Dust in the wind Like a stone in the water I'm gonna sleep with the devil's daughter I am your shock I am your shame Another face without a name And if you think I'm angry just come over I need to tell Just who you are My description of the world I've seen so far You're like a tear in the ocean Dust in the wind Like a stone in the water I might marry the devil's daughter I am a rock And you are glass If it's a joke Nobody laugh And even - When you know you're guilty still you're right You're like a tear in the ocean Dust in the wind Like a stone in the water Like a spark in the fire Dust in the sand Like a stone in the water I'm gonna run with the devil's daughter Run, run, run, run, run away! Require, explanation. What is love? Who is love? When is love? Where is love? Why is love?

From the first time we touched with our eyes Only magic could take away my heart I am always afraid for my heart So lay beside me now and tell me lies - sweet lies As long as it's not about love Shall we sail off the edge of the world Fall forever and never look behind But I must keep my heart from my mind Lay beside me now and tell me lies As long as it's not about love Oh the last time we touched with our eyes And the magic was stronger than the heart Oh, I can't run away with my heart So, lay beside me now and tell me lies As long as it's not about love Shall we sail off the edge of the world Fall forever Take my heart away but no You can't say words about love Ooh If the magic comes between us And we never meet again Take a part of me away 'Cause maybe it's all above love Love, ooh

Someone said You'll light up the universe It's there in your head then Crazy comes to call Break me down I'm only an everyone Running from free Running from me And though it's not of my choosing I'm losing my insanity Again Someone said Forever was yesterday So open your head when Crazy comes around Break me down I'm only an innocent Howl at the moon Knowing that soon And though it's always confusing I'm losing my insanity Round and round Like the wheels in my mind Round and round and down and down and down And down and down Someone said Believe in your otherside It's there in your head and Waiting for a ride Break me down Ah once I was everything Breaking the law Quick on the draw And though it's not of my choosing I'm losing my insanity Again

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Turn round slowly Tell us what you see Oh no - The fly got the spider And now he's chasing me Change comes slowly But this is what you'll be Somehow it snows in the summer And the sun is freezing me, oh Pain comes easy If pleasure will let go Oh oh - I still remember And this is how I know Rain falls slowly Here it cuts you down Oh no - We're all one another Oh no - I'm caught in an otherworld Rainbows and blue skies Are black and white Killed in their sleep by the queen We have forsaken Beginnings and taken the end - Amen We've been forsaken Beginnings and given the end - Amen Time moves slowly But here it never ends Oh oh - We're all one another Oh no - I'm caught in an otherworld

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

And the games still go on With a warning to the bishop from the pawn No one sees an angel till it smashes to the ground And then you run somewhere And leave it lying there Then on we sail Never thinking that the wind could ever fail No one gets to heaven till they've lived awhile in hell And even then it's rare That you'll be going there Now we understand. All traces of Magica must be eliminated. Infection. Infection. Delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete delete delete delete...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

I love the night So many shadows Unholy night Secrets of the heart Leave them in the dark forever...

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

It has been a thousand years since the once powerful planet of Blessing lost its life-giving two suns, and countless millennia since the days of the great magicians. An expedition of alien voyagers came upon the now ice-covered sphere, drawn there by an unexplained lone beacon far below the miles of frozen moisture, they unlocked a written history of Blessing from its almost undiscovered tomb. So begins the story of Magica. It was a time of celebration. The Book of Magica and the wizards who had used its spells so wisely for the good of the people were being honored in all the great cities of the world. There was however an exception. Where good thrives, evil survives and evil has plans for survival. The celebration of thanks and prosperity would signal the forces of Evilsyde to begin the attack and ultimate capture and destruction of Magica. The spells from the Book would be used to turn all of those unwilling to join Evilsyde into statues of stone and send their spirits to Otherworld, where they would eventually be assimilated into the energy needed to drive Evilsyde, and maintain its power without the necessity of the Book and its incantations forever. Defenses were naturally relaxed during the festive preparations and although the battle was well-fought by both factions, the minions of the dark prevailed. Their assault was well-planned and executed to a fault. After overwhelming their initial opposition, they pushed on to the sacred ground upon which the Book of Magica rested. They possessed a much weaker form of magic themselves, and although it would be normally quite useless against the strength of Magica, the inability of the Wizards to gather themselves together in time, coupled with the perfect timing and determination of the attackers, spelled doom for the Book and its followers. The leader of the insurrection was the high priest and executioner known as Shadowcast. His presence could make the naughtiest of children become obedient and inspire great fear among the adult population. This man, most vile, would now be ruler of all and answerable to none. His reign would plunge Blessing into eternal darkness and prepare the way for the coming of his master, Astoroth, the Grand Duke of Hell. The capture of Magica did not, however, mean that Shadowcast had finally reached his goal. He must now find and conquer Blessing's Grand Wizard and legendary hero, Eriel. Eriel, who defeated Evilsyde time and again with his understanding and use of Magica's spells. He would be the last stumbling block of total domination. Eriel had removed himself from the general population in anticipation of everlasting peace and now he devoted all of his energy to meditation and praise of his God. Lately though, he had been visited by many temptations in his dreams. Promises of pleasure, riches and power raced through his sleeping mind. All these lures had been placed there by Shadowcast, hoping to avoid confrontation between this dominant man and his own villainous forces. Eriel however had resisted these solicitations and was now warned of some impending danger. He managed to make his way to the sacred ground by cloaking his identity with simple spells, only to be discovered just before his attempt to rescue the Book of Magica, but not before he was able to memorize the most important of Magica's charms, The spell of Restoration. The ceremony of thanksgiving was now directed toward the transmission of spirits to Otherworld. One by one the good souls of Blessing were turned to stone and sent on to their grisly fate, until only the noble Eriel remained. The spectacle that followed was meant to degrade Eriel and raise the courage of the cowardly supplicants of Evilsyde, but true to his indominantable bearing, he promised to return and banish Evilsyde forever. Then he was gone. The horrors of Otherworld are now revealed to the masses huddled together for some small measure of comfort. First the adults were separated from their children amid cries and pleas for help. Next the old ones were taken away and assigned to a place very near the assimilation site. They were guarded by monstrous, misshapen denizens of this shrouded netherland, who constantly harangued the inmates with promises of pain and extermination. Intermittent bursts of flame shot up from jagged cracks in the ground, threatening to consume anyone in its path. Shrieks of torment could be heard piercing the murky atmosphere, further unnerving the petrified captives. Only one seemed unaffected by all the inflicted fear and turmoil. Eriel's strength and determination soon pacified the men and women with whom he was confined. When they all became more calm and subdued, he began to speak to them softly as an adult to his children. "Long ago you entrusted me to protect the Book of Magica and to be faithful to its special purpose. It must seem that I have failed you and condemned us all to oblivion, but fear not! This hell is only a test of your faith and resolve. The power of Magica did not vanish in fire. On the third day I will evoke the spell of Restoration. United we shall return to Blessing and, armed with the strength of Magica, we will be triumphant. Many will perish, but Magica and our souls cannot be restored until three days have passed. Take heart my friends. Victory awaits you." Even magic has its limitations and as Eriel explained to his flock, the spell could not be activated until a waiting period of at least three days. One third of the souls of Blessing would be melded into the Evilsyde collective before Eriel could be effective with the words of Restoration. The old ones were the first to go. Cries of encouragement and hope were shouted to the condemned as they trudged slowly to their fate. One by one they were thrown into the assimilation chamber where a blinding blue spark gave evidence of their demise. With each burst Eriel's heavy heart ached with guilt for his part in this slaughter of his charges. If only he had not become so complacent. He above all should never have let this tragedy transpire. In the compound holding the young adults, an insurrection of sorts was occurring. A boy of seventeen years called Challis was urging an uprising among his captured companions. Futile though it was, it earned Challis a place in the cell adjoining Eriel's. His rantings and ravings were soon quelled by Eriel's quiet urging and the two settled into serious conversation. Eriel knew his time of assimilation was near and only hoped it would not be scheduled before the three day waiting period for Restoration was ended. Shadowcast wanted to personally oversee Eriel's termination but couldn't abandon his duties on Blessing until all was secure.Would there be enough time? Eriel realized some of his own strong qualities in Challis and decided that this was an opportunity not to be lost. He instructed Challis to remove all anger from his mind and hate from his heart. Only the pure could receive and transmit this most important of spells. Convinced that this young man was ready, he joined with his spirit and gave him these words. "Sanasha Gorath Sollis Arcanna," Words that would resurrect the masses if delivered correctly and in time. Over two days had passed before Shadowcast was ready for travel to Otherworld to deliver Eriel to his fate. His journey through Otherworld was marked by what could pass for cheers, if they weren't shouted from the mouths of utterly inhuman shapes and forms. Upon his arrival he instructed the guards to take him straight to Eriel. Once there he announced with great satisfaction that he would personally supervise Eriel's execution in a matter of hours. Nearby, Challis loudly voiced his objection to this treatment of his newly met hero and was rewarded by kicks and punches until he could no longer speak. Eriel's heart sank. Had he misjudged Challis and entrusted his people's future to a reckless youth? Eriel's mind wandered to his own younger days. He too had been restless and foolhardy, but in time had outgrown these traits and become the adored leader of Blessing. He wondered if Challis had yet experienced love. Eriel himself had turned his back on the beautiful and innocent Annica. She was his intended from birth, but he couldn't let love for this saintly child cloud his duties to Blessing and the Book. One hour remained in the wait for Restoration. Eriel's hopes were soaring. Surely Shadowcast would fail once again. But as that thought surfaced, so did Evilsyde's dark leader. Eriel was led away with head held high, but as he passed Challis he gave just the slightest nod. A gesture that wasn't lost on the youth. Eriel was then taken to the assimilation chamber and strapped to the cross-like structure in the middle of the room. Seconds were all that stood in the way of resurrection or destruction. Shadowcast walked to Eriel, presumably to gloat one last time to his old nemesis. Eriel welcomed the time that would be wasted, but at the last moment Shadowcast seemed to reconsider and raised his arm in signal for the end to begin. The arm dropped and, with crackle and hiss, Eriel was no more. Shadowcast and his minions erupted with joy. Never again to be slaves. Now to be masters. Challis heard the cheering and knew that Eriel had passed without time to summon the spell. Now only he could influence the future. He heard the rattling of armor and realized they were coming for him. Soon the guards appeared and dragged the struggling Challis from his confinement. One of his jailers struck him a mighty blow across the face and suddenly all his anger left him. He was sure of what he must do. Thunder starts from silence and he would be thunder. Challis was taken to the chamber and secured to the cross. Shadowcast approached him and asked if he had any last thing to say before assimilation. Challis smiled and said he did. Then with an evil laugh, Shadowcast raised his arm and announced that his question was only a final killing joke. It was now or never. As the arm fell in signal, Challis shouted out the spell: "Sanasha Gorath Sollis Arcanna" and all hell actually broke loose. Challis and the good folk of Blessing were bathed in an incredible rush of light. Shadowcast and all his wicked throng writhed in agony in the darkness they were spawned from, as the fierce illumination sought them out and consumed each troll, ogre and gargoyle in a horrible melting frenzy. Shadowcast, hiding in the last black space to be found, watched the light creep irresistibly toward him. At the last moment he cloaked his body with his unpriestly robe and muttered what sounded like an oath as the light touched the cloth. The robe erupted into flame and then there was nothing. Surely Shadowcast was also consumed by fire! But that tale would not yet be told. Now as each remaining citizen of Blessing was transported instantly back to their home, they found themselves standing among thousands of recognizable stone statues. These monuments represented their fallen comrades and would ever be a lasting testament to the dangers of evil and the power of Magica. Now came the time of mourning. Funeral pyres brightened the night sky for weeks and songs of sorrow could be heard across the land long after the flames had sputtered and died. When the prolonged periods of grieving had ended, the citizens and their council directed attention to the task of anointing a new leader and protector of the restored Book of Magica. The choice seemed a simple one. Challis had resurrected the populace and the Book, but many questioned his youth and inexperience. The debate raged on as the time of choosing approached. The candidates were summoned to the sacred place. Eloquent speeches were made on behalf of them all. Only Challis lacked a champion and it seemed certain that he would be passed over. "Will anyone speak for the boy?" asked the council. The question was greeted by silence as the judges turned away to cast their votes. Then the quiet was broken. A handsome woman with golden hair, now flecked with traces of gray, spoke: "Challis must be chosen. This is the secret I have carried with me for all these years. Although I was once rebuffed by my only true love, Eriel, our brief union produced the young man standing before you. Eriel was never to know that he had sired this free spirit, but he will live on through his son's achievements if you now find him worthy." So spoke Annica, mother of Challis. The decision was now reached quickly. Annica's revelation left little doubt in the minds of the councillors that Challis should indeed succeed his father. Evilsyde had been defeated, Shadowcast was hopefully destroyed, Challis had been chosen to lead his people and, despite the huge number of casualties, the old way of life began again. But, evil does not easily die. Shadowcast did indeed survive and persist in his attempts to challenge and conquer Blessing. Great battles would be fought. Brave heroes would rise to the occasion and legends were created. There was, of course, the unforgettable War of the Darkpeace when Challis..... Ah! But that's another story!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025