Music Trafficker - Black Magic (

Описание: A menacing Reggae track driven by a deep Jamaican vocal that tells the story of a powerful Obeah man and his mastery over the dark arts.

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Lyrics:

I am the whisper in the dark, the venom in the vein I'm the master of the ritual, the architect of pain With a pocket full of graveyard dust and secrets of the deep I'm the one who stands beside you while the holy people sleep I got the goat skin stretching over hollowed out bone I’m the king of the abyss upon a charcoal throne The moon turn red when I recite the ancient lines I read the omens in the entrails and the crooked signs

Black magic, voodoo, the Obeah man soul I take the silver light and turn it into coal I pull the spirit from the flesh and leave a hollow shell I got the keys to the gate and the map to the well Dangerous, devious, the dark arts king Listen to the rhythm that the dead man sing

I fashion little dolls with a needle and a thread One prick to the heart and you're wishing you were dead I catch a rolling calf and I ride it through the night I bury your reflection just to steal away your light I got the John Crow feathers and the salt from the sea There is no man or spirit who can hide away from me I boil up the cauldron, let the mercury rise I see your very end when I look into your eyes

Black magic, voodoo, the Obeah man soul I take the silver light and turn it into coal I pull the spirit from the flesh and leave a hollow shell I got the keys to the gate and the map to the well Dangerous, devious, the dark arts king Listen to the rhythm that the dead man sing

Spirit move, spirit fly Underneath the blood-red sky Cross the bridge, break the seal Make the phantom world feel real Duppy know who to frighten And the grip is gonna tighten

I step into the circle and the candles turn blue I’m the nightmare coming for the likes of you No prayer in the book gonna stop the heavy hand I’m the shadow walking over every inch of land Fast pace, heart race, hear the drum beat knock I’m the demon in the cellar and the ghost in the clock The voodoo is heavy and the magic is black You’re walking down the path and there’s no turning back

No turning back I see you The dark is mine The dark is mine