Lyrics:

in better times a spell could save you
the wine that we threw into a chasm came right back at you
now it's all so straight and narrow and the skeptics rule the nation
the servants scream 'always wear black'
the stupid cinematic witchscapes give you a skewed impression of the realms of the magic arts
yes it's all over your head so enjoy the dim vacation
a sermon reads 'never wear black'

there is no now you can tape that to your devil brow
time came for the end my lord explain your cattle call
what we need is a soft second serve of your fine approximations
shepherd reed 'always wear black'

you find the grace in true frustration
time came before the end my lord, explain