| Song | Wormwood |
| Artist | Magica |
| Album | Lightseeker |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Leave behind your worries, and then | |
| Slip into my world of faeries | |
| Nothing in this life can keep you down | |
| Taste a drop of magic, and then | |
| Look into that green and tragic | |
| Devil, you will see it’s just a clown | |
| The wheel is turning, the night is burning | |
| Deep inside my heart | |
| Can you feel its agony? | |
| The wheel is turning, the night is burning | |
| Deep inside my heart | |
| Like this spell | |
| So mote it be! | |
| Place the wormwood in my eyes, so I can see the truth | |
| The bitter taste will rule my mind and I will feel no ruth | |
| Burn the wormwood in the night, to set the spirits free | |
| The innocence is left behind, to fight insanity | |
| All around me is vibrating | |
| Or am I hallucinating? | |
| Symphonies of chaos in my head | |
| That green vial is my blight | |
| Glowing in the moonlight | |
| You cannot touch me when you’re dead | |
| The wheel is turning, the night is burning | |
| Deep inside my heart | |
| Can you feel its agony? | |
| The wheel is turning, the night is burning | |
| Deep inside my heart | |
| Like this spell | |
| So mote it be! |
| Leave behind your worries, and then | |
| Slip into my world of faeries | |
| Nothing in this life can keep you down | |
| Taste a drop of magic, and then | |
| Look into that green and tragic | |
| Devil, you will see it' s just a clown | |
| The wheel is turning, the night is burning | |
| Deep inside my heart | |
| Can you feel its agony? | |
| The wheel is turning, the night is burning | |
| Deep inside my heart | |
| Like this spell | |
| So mote it be! | |
| Place the wormwood in my eyes, so I can see the truth | |
| The bitter taste will rule my mind and I will feel no ruth | |
| Burn the wormwood in the night, to set the spirits free | |
| The innocence is left behind, to fight insanity | |
| All around me is vibrating | |
| Or am I hallucinating? | |
| Symphonies of chaos in my head | |
| That green vial is my blight | |
| Glowing in the moonlight | |
| You cannot touch me when you' re dead | |
| The wheel is turning, the night is burning | |
| Deep inside my heart | |
| Can you feel its agony? | |
| The wheel is turning, the night is burning | |
| Deep inside my heart | |
| Like this spell | |
| So mote it be! |
| Leave behind your worries, and then | |
| Slip into my world of faeries | |
| Nothing in this life can keep you down | |
| Taste a drop of magic, and then | |
| Look into that green and tragic | |
| Devil, you will see it' s just a clown | |
| The wheel is turning, the night is burning | |
| Deep inside my heart | |
| Can you feel its agony? | |
| The wheel is turning, the night is burning | |
| Deep inside my heart | |
| Like this spell | |
| So mote it be! | |
| Place the wormwood in my eyes, so I can see the truth | |
| The bitter taste will rule my mind and I will feel no ruth | |
| Burn the wormwood in the night, to set the spirits free | |
| The innocence is left behind, to fight insanity | |
| All around me is vibrating | |
| Or am I hallucinating? | |
| Symphonies of chaos in my head | |
| That green vial is my blight | |
| Glowing in the moonlight | |
| You cannot touch me when you' re dead | |
| The wheel is turning, the night is burning | |
| Deep inside my heart | |
| Can you feel its agony? | |
| The wheel is turning, the night is burning | |
| Deep inside my heart | |
| Like this spell | |
| So mote it be! |