It was age of monarchy Not too long ago Injustice and social disparity Had infested Vienna The nation was looking for answers A prison without walls Something they all would believe Another path to walk Something superior All of them began to think That the boy had some power Or at least it was a gift Nothing feels the same Not a wizard, not a saint For whom that old man showed his art Illusion turned against himself The love they don’t permit ‘Cause a princess Could not love again A poor peasant of Vienna Make us disappear Make stop the fear The suspension of disbelief Make us disappear Make stop the fear The suspension of disbelief Magic shows the way! “Life and death, space and time Fate and chance dark and light These are the forces of the universe…” But nothing is what it seems Nothing is what it seems Nothing is what it seems What happened next: a mystery? He traveled all around the world Magic power was increased For the things he learned The man returned and changed his name He was called then Eisenhein To the promise they had made To the same old place After fifteen years Into a sea of tears He appeared right in Vienna “From the farthest corners of the World Where the dark arts still hold sway To show how nature’s law then may be bent…” I’ll give you the Master of Illusions