A man in disguise. A name untold
He was a solitary drifter scorned by all
Scarred from the start where no love unfolds
His very existence was his rise and fall
Betrayed by his kin. Outcasted and spat
Mother and father wished him nothing but ill
Beaten and punched. Mocked and laughed at
Was it looks or ways that lead to the kill?
Damned by the gods. Shunned by the crowds
Forgotten by mankind and history pages
A twisted face all dressed in shrouds
A forlorn life spent in cellars and cages
Eventually doomed by people's despise
He was sentenced to burn by mighty men
A final glimpse of black in his eyes
revealed something old told time and again
The cunning smile, permanently
on a corpse that just refused to burn
The trickster god. The death-certainty
Laughed thunderous and long before he turned
A solemn king in jester clothes
A man that turned out to be nothing but man
Enigma of yore. The Devil knows
of deceit and lies and the grand masterplan
Phantasm trickster god - the eternal apparition
Demon of lies - almighty weaver of malice, oh... demon of lies
Born of gods, from the womb of demons
Turned to ash yet turned all minds astray
Surged the seas, purged all disbelievers
Cleansed all good and swept religion away
