I shallow now your future
Into my twisted soul
Your escape is a fiction

In a theatric role

I am the lord of lies

The one you always trust
The one who never dies
And never becomes dust


I am the lord of lies
In my twisted soul

The one who never dies
In a theatric role


When I invade your palace
Your eyes will have no tears
Your words will never hunt me

I rule your silent fears

Now my duty is done

Before you set me on fire
Let my existence run within fields of desires


When fire becomes snow
And wings turn to flames
The blood drops will stain

Your masters' angels' dress