Merciless - The Book Of Lies

Death is not very tragic
If you enter the world of magic
Separate body from soul
And you'll never grow old

Lord of fire make us clean
Light a fire for us to see

Primitive feelings from our hearts
Endless fear of the black arts

Something evil coming soon
The arrival of our doom
Do you believe or do you fear
Do you think the ending is near

I hope you don't have a master
That is the only way