A man in disguise. A name untold He was a solitary drifter scorned by all Scarred from the start where no love unfolds His very existence was his rise and fall Betrayed by his kin. Outcasted and spat Mother and father wished him nothing but ill Beaten and punched. Mocked and laughed at Was it looks or ways that lead to the kill? Damned by the gods. Shunned by the crowds Forgotten by mankind and history pages A twisted face all dressed in shrouds A forlorn life spent in cellars and cages Eventually doomed by people's despise He was sentenced to burn by mighty men A final glimpse of black in his eyes Revealed something old told time and again The cunning smile, permanently On a corpse that just refused to burn The trickster god. The death-certainty Laughed thunderous and long before he turned A solemn king in jester clothes A man that turned out to be nothing but man Enigma of yore. The Devil knows Of deceit and lies and the grand masterplan Phantasm trickster god - the eternal apparition Demon of lies - almighty weaver of malice, oh... demon of lies Born of gods, from the womb of demons Turned to ash yet turned all minds astray Surged the seas, purged all disbelievers Cleansed all good and swept religion away