Third Act

Once upon a time a man was cast into fields of evil pleasure
 The first act would trick him but become no kind of treasure
 In spite of what was behind the mirrors passion never left his side
 Regardless of the pain in his inner strife
 In the second act in the book of sand he met a man of mimes
 And thought 'I must try to make you mine'
 And that is the story of metamorphosis of his kin
 He shed, and saw the second skin of harlequin
 And even though some have tried to destroy his path
 They found themselves drowning in their own bloodpath
 So...
 Lean back, enjoy the third act of Illnath
 Lean back, enjoy the third act
 Welcome to the theatre of madness
 Lean back, enjoy the third act of Illnath
 Lean back, enjoy the third act
 I searched for this my entire life
 And finally my time has come
 After this nothing happened for a while
 Waiting, searching, looking, for a new style
 He heard the angelic voices calling
 And his ancient legacy would no longer be stalling
 The third act in the theatre of madness began with change
 Everything came together thewe was no more pain
 The twistedness of the characters engaged
 Had in the end taken away the short-handedness and rage
 Welcome to the third act in the theatre of madness