Tome of Illusion Songtext
von Poison Ruïn

Magicians disguise their market as an altar
Fireworks are sold as sacred rite
Mystified, obscured, and named "Eternal flame"
Their shimmering ephemera

Taken in by elliptical promises
Tickling your pride, they′ll tease you in the dark
Now, will you dare, dare to pretend
To understand their riddles?


Dissolving into laughter
Their babbled incoherence
So hallowed, so hollow
A tome of illusion

The only vision you have gained
You see the mask of the jester's grin
But now you′re passing out the body and the blood
A scroll of many colours

You whispered secret words
Your babbled incoherence
So hallowed, so hollow
You stone the congregation
Tome of illusion, hey

Tome of illusion