Nine

Nine men, seeking truth.
Creating a magical circle.
Oh, they don't know what their doing.

Magical words from a other plane,
the moon freezes and the sky goes insane.
Holding hands as the table comes alive.
their eyes turned white as the daemon arrive.

His voice going right trough their brain,
they are paralyzed and in more than pain.

You mortal has awoken me this day,
but fail to see the price to pay.
I don't want your wealth or gold,
the only thing i want is your soul.

Nine, sweat as whine.
Nine, all mine.
Nine, out of time.