Style: Thai Country / Mystical / Historical Folk
[Verse 1]
By candlelight, through sacred smoke and prayer,
A whisper rises from the ancient air.
Spells carved deep in crumbling stone,
Khmer magic lives where shadows roam.
[Verse 2]
Buffalo hide, inscribed and blessed,
Turns to insects at the shaman’s behest.
They fly through fire into man’s soul,
Black needles pierce, take silent control.
[Chorus]
Oh Khmer black magic, beware what you use—
Once you release it, it may turn on you.
Ghosts and curses, disease in disguise,
Power alone won’t open the skies.
A pure heart must guide your hand,
Don’t play with spells you don’t understand.
[Verse 3]
Amulets worn on a soldier’s chest,
Said to guard against blades and death.
But pass beneath a woman’s cloth,
And even sacred charms lose worth.
[Verse 4]
Among old ruins where whispers stay,
A soft wind stirs the dust of decay.
Yet Thai border guards stand tall each night,
They fear no curse when their hearts hold light.
[Chorus – repeat]
Oh Khmer black magic, beware what you use—
Once you release it, it may turn on you.
Ghosts and curses, disease in disguise,
Power alone won’t open the skies.
A pure heart must guide your hand,
Don’t play with spells you don’t understand.
[Final Verse / Reflection]
Khmer sorcery, passed down with pride,
Should never be used to harm or divide.
Preserve it as wisdom, not a wicked tool—
Let your heart be cleaner than any rule.
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