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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 From Letras Mania