Madder Mortem Changeling
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 it's ghost to teach all colours grey
Change
Dtoryteller, 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
