| Once upon a time a man was cast into fields of evil pleasure
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| The first act would trick him but become no kind of treasure
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| In spite of what was behind the mirrors passion never left his side
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| Regardless of the pain in his inner strife
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| In the second act in the book of sand he met a man of mimes
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| And thought 'I must try to make you mine'
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| And that is the story of metamorphosis of his kin
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| He shed, and saw the second skin of harlequin
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| And even though some have tried to destroy his path
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| They found themselves drowning in their own bloodpath
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| So…
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| Lean back, enjoy the third act of Illnath
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| Lean back, enjoy the third act
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| Welcome to the theatre of madness
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| Lean back, enjoy the third act of Illnath
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| Lean back, enjoy the third act
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| I searched for this my entire life
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| And finally my time has come
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| After this nothing happened for a while
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| Waiting, searching, looking, for a new style
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| He heard the angelic voices calling
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| And his ancient legacy would no longer be stalling
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| The third act in the theatre of madness began with change
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| Everything came together thewe was no more pain
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| The twistedness of the characters engaged
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| Had in the end taken away the short-handedness and rage
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| Welcome to the third act in the theatre of madness |