[Intro] "You will live forever. You will never age. And yet, you will watch everything you love turn to dust." [Verse 1] In the city's breathless night, we weave the grand design, A masquerade of whispered lies, a kingdom built on time. No mortal hand shall break our chains, no eyes shall pierce our veil, For those who dare defy the law, the darkness tips the scale. [Pre-Chorus 1] Silence sworn, secrets kept, Blood is owed, a life is debt. [Chorus] Shrouded halls where fate is sealed, Ancient laws that none repeal. Bow before the unseen throne, Where puppets dance, yet none have known. Their fangs may glisten, eyes deceive, But none escape once they believe. The grandest lie, the longest reign— Camarilla plays its game. [Verse 2] The throne of midnight cold and high, where elders watch unseen, Their law is carved in crimson stone, their justice swift and keen. No kin shall bare the fangs of night before the prey unknows, The Masquerade must hold its ground, or death will claim its throne. [Pre-Chorus 2] Oaths are broken, hands are tied, A shadow court where truth has died. [Chorus] Shrouded halls where fate is sealed, Ancient laws that none repeal. Bow before the unseen throne, Where puppets dance, yet none have known. Their fangs may glisten, eyes deceive, But none escape once they believe. The grandest lie, the longest reign— Camarilla plays its game. [Verse 3] The primogen whisper through candlelight, their voices shape the air, A prince declares, a sheriff hunts, but none will ever care. We bow, we bleed, we play the part, our chains like threads of lace, But those who pull the strings above will never show their face. [Bridge] No king, no queen—yet all obey, A throne of whispers, night and day. A debt in blood, a name in dust, No trust remains, yet trust we must. [Final Chorus] Shrouded halls where fate is sealed, Ancient laws that none repeal. Bow before the unseen throne, Where puppets dance, yet none have known. Their fangs may glisten, eyes deceive, But none escape once they believe. The grandest lie, the longest reign— Camarilla plays its game. [Outro] "To be Kindred is to be a player in an endless game. And the game always plays you back." The grandest lie, the longest reign— Camarilla plays its game. Their fangs may glisten, eyes deceive, But none escape once they believe. The grandest lie, the longest reign— Camarilla plays its game.
