Third Act - Illnath

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