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