The Wicca Maker - Zior

He is the wicca maker

Make a man out of clay

Ooh, the wicca maker

Do you wanna see him play

He’s hot

He’s cold

He looks so young

But he is old

Thunder rolls in the heavens

Lightning strikes through and through

He is the voodoo man

He’s got his eyes on you

He’s black

He’s white

He is the day

And he is the night

He is the wicca maker

Make a man out of clay

Ooh, the wicca maker

Do you wanna see him play

He takes the wax from the candle

He holds the doll in his hands

Molding the magic of evil

Even the ground shakes where he stands

He is the wicca maker

Make a man out of clay

Ooh, the wicca maker

Do you wanna see him play

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh…