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 [bad word] The one who never dies
And never [bad word] 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 [bad word] your silent fears

Now my duty is done
Before you set me on fire
Let my [bad word] within fields of desires

When fire [bad word] snow
And wings turn to flames
The blood drops will stain
Your masters' angels' dress