Double spell

Those fingers in my hair That sly come-hither stare That strips my conscience bare It’s witchcraft And I’ve got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do? ‘Cause it’s witchcraft Wicked witchcraft And although, I know, it’s strictly taboo When you arouse the need…

Sauvage

What you’re looking for won’t be found easily It grows upon the mountain in a sacred place Up beyond the clouds, in ancient ground, so they say And many men have died trekking up that away Once he’s gazed upon her, a man is forever changed The bravest men return with darkened hearts and phantom…