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 mime
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 ac
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
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 mime
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 ac
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
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 mime
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 ac
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