Magicians disguise their market as an altar Fireworks are sold as sacred rite Mystified, obscured, and named "Eternal flame" Their shimmering ephemera Taken in by elliptical promises Tickling your pride, they'll tease you in the dark Now, will you dare, dare to pretend To understand their riddles? Dissolving into laughter Their babbled incoherence So hallowed, so hollow A tome of illusion The only vision you have gained You see the mask of the jester's grin But now you're passing out the body and the blood A scroll of many colours You whispered secret words Your babbled incoherence So hallowed, so hollow You stone the congregation Tome of illusion, hey ♪ Tome of illusion