Master Shamen I have come   with my dolly from the shadow side   with a demon and an Englishman   I'm my mother   I'm my son   nobody else is slipping the blade in easy   nobody else is slipping the blade in the marmalade         All the angels all the wizards black and white   are lighting candles in our hands   can you feel them touching hands before our eyes   and I can even see sweet Marianne         Sister Janet you have come   from the woman clothed with the sun   your veil is quietly becoming none   call the Wanderer he has gone   and all those up there are making it look so easy   with your perfect wings   a wing can cover all sorts of things