As she reads my palms, her crystal shone like the sun
She said she was nearing her end and that I was a chosen one
With one turn of her hourglass years gone by like the shifting sand
In search of the lonely one who's been burned by the gypsy's brand

Soothsayer, spellbinder, I'm looking for you
You hold the key, an end to the mystery
And it all comes down to you
Soothsayer

The stars that cross the sky lit like a candle's flame
I knew for my curse that the gypsy was to blame
She spoke of the prophecy that I was doomed to walk the land
Forewarned by the tarot card, turned by the gypsy's hand

Soothsayer, spellbinder, I'm looking for you
You hold the key, and end to the mystery
And it call comes down to you
Soothsayer

Some many years have passed since I've heard the gypsy's bell
So many men have died under the weight of her spell
Now I wear the mark and bear the gypsy's name
With this my end is near and you'll feel the gypsy's pain

Soothsayer, spellbinder, I'm coming for you
You've held the key, and end to the mystery
And it all comes down to you
Soothsayer