Church: Magician among the spirits

Far across the water, far across the seaMagician among the spirits, the next deliveryAnd the scene is set up by the boy who lost his mindA certain smell of ether as machines unwindUniverse of distant stars chilling in its failingsWith planets spinning deep in space parading all its flavorsWe sit and stare into the night and contemplate foreverSlip away into your dreams, conclude that we may neverOut and past the harbour where the sharks dream in the wavesMagician among the spirits is drowning in a caveAs Solomon's my witness, as Gabriel is my guardGarden of the lovely ones or the devil's back yardHand of God has sprinkled jewels inside the velvet ceilingFilling up our unsure hearts with wonder, awe and feelingAll the eyes are staring down and glitter like small childrenTheir secrets kept, but lost in thought, looking at what fueled themSinging about the old times, sepia and fadedMagician among the spirits the past has been invadedRobert Houdini in the distance, we look up through the waterSee the comet's silver trail, see the planets falterVastness of science, eternal night shrouded in dark mazesRunes and tunes and frequencies flowing through their phasesYour air or cover, wind is dead, consequences endlessSpeed of light in empty time, no borders to defend usWalking in the wilderness with my pale sisterMagician among the spirits, I said how much I missed herJackson on the slipstream, he's moving all aroundChasing tiny orphans, following the sound, following the soundFragile and delirious, cannot understand itMagician among the spirits, Electra and MirandaPassed you in a corridor, you were drinking GrenadineDrinking liquid happiness, your tears could not be seen, tears could not be seenViolent sun propels its rays to seek out beings breathingAncient craft that waltz the maze of metal shells beneath meAnd dust that swirls, of reddened clouds, and floats above the surfaceDeserted landscape slip away, forgotten secret purposeThin film of moisture, condensing on the screenMagician among the spirits, are you with us, Christine?Do you really remember the boy I used to be?With you every single night in FebruaryAll this ectoplasm, believe in ghostsMagician among the spirits, lord of hostsHere we are tonight, we're speaking to the lightMagician among the spirits, make it alright[Steve speaks in Swedish here. Translation follows.]"Magician!, magician!, my star!From where on earth do you look out, into outer space!I am in a forest heather!You shall not find me again!Farewell my daughters, I'll see you soon!"