Under the Spell

There is something out there waiting for me
With an evil glow
There is something out there that will
Never let me go

Twisting, turning, I'm looking out for my soul
Twisting, turning, I'm looking out for my soul

I have seen the Southern witches, in the church of God
I have seen the Southern witches, and the Holy Ghost
Dancing, blasphemous, waiting for Him to call
Dancing, blasphemous, uniting them all

And I know this night so well
Cause I have walked from here to hell
The only thing I can never tell
Is why they put me under the spell
Under the spell

Was it the deadly moon that gave me away
On Walpurgis Night
Was it the deadly moon that gave me away
Or the evil eye
Twisting, turning, I'm looking out for my soul
Twisting, turning, I'm looking out for my soul
And then He came at last

Suddenly the Earth was shaking
And I, I couldn't feel a thing as I saw Him
Standing on the altar
He was drinking all the wine
While the Holy Ghost and the Southern witches
Were turning every single cross around, and upside down
I never should have been there
I never should have seen it
I never should have understood