Storyteller, bring your stories to my pyre
You, the tame man, be what I have learned to loathe
Tell me the secrets buried underneath
a thousand years of dirt
Tell me the fever chills your blood
You were the last
I'll be the first
Fall as you are and for good
I am here, there's nothing left to change
Life bleeds too soon, counting time down on us
Hope withers at my touch
leaving its ghost to teach all colours grey
Change
Storyteller, see the futile smiles and answers
I will teach you not to taint my sweet control
I have a deeper kind of riddle
and a puzzle you won't solve
Laugh on your knees
Laugh for the changeling and the joke that took us all
Change