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