(Verse 1) A shadow walks where none should be, A whispered name—a mockery. He wears your face, he steals your guise, A jesting laugh, a web of lies. (Pre-Chorus) Your friend, your foe—he plays the game, A shifting mask, a stolen name. No blade can cut, no spell can bind, He slips through space, through fate, through time. (Chorus) Dancing, twisting, ever shifting, Nothing's real, yet all is drifting. Tzeentch's hand, his will obeyed, Join the Changeling’s masquerade! (Verse 2) He sows deceit, he warps the mind, A brother lost, a truth confined. Kings and lords, they bow and kneel, But who they serve? They cannot feel. (Pre-Chorus) A whisper soft, a silent leer, A prophecy of doubt and fear. No trust remains, no truth survives, When the Changeling walks alive. (Chorus) Dancing, twisting, ever shifting, Nothing's real, yet all is drifting. Tzeentch's hand, his will obeyed, Join the Changeling’s masquerade! (Bridge) A war unfought, a pact unmade, A love undone, a debt repaid. One turn, one trick, a slight of hand, The puppet falls, the thief still stands. (Outro - Whispered/Chanting) One face, two face, none at all, A king, a fool, a maiden small. Step by step, the pieces played, Lost inside his masquerade…
