He is profanity in sancitity's guise An alias assumed I do realize In their eyes, his cause – when enticing and cunning in impact is still a criminal and evil act.
So look for him vainly, He, the incarnation of evil: And by arrangements of magickal nature He turns unrecognizable even to the experienced eye.
You obsessively pursue him Failing to see, that was why he came to be one who annihilates with such impunity
He appears your friend, but the Saint hides many Satans He`s contemptuous, you know of your Godgiven stupidities He calls you in question with affected modesty and create of you an object of derision
You think him to be the pariah whom company does exclude But in the midst of all frenzy He is – feasting in a transitory mood
Passion is a strict lord He is also its humble slave When bereft of common ways, He strides before you on water He makes clowns of kings, charms the guests, rides the ball – Is the master of disguise
Prince of the thousandfold face – the charming jester's smile which invites reason to demise, and imaginations rise Inscrutable yes, venting his spleen Somewhere night and day between Is the master of disguise