(sung by Myrdred)
I thought power was only true in myths of old
Meant for great heroes, but not for me.
Wyrd was out to get me,
That's the way it seemed,
Disappointment haunted shadow-Dreams.
Then I saw my fate,
Now I'm the Deceiver!
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
Serving hate,
I'm the Deceiver!
I couldn't leave it if I tried.
I thought power was more or less a taking thing,
Seems the more I took, the less I gave.
What's the use in trying?
Ambition won't be stayed.
Those who would oppose me: be afraid.
Then I saw my fate,
Now I'm the Deceiver!
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
Serving hate,
I'm the Deceiver!
I couldn't leave it if I tried.