Lords of the Trident - Dance of Control

Seizing upon their chance, the wealthy aristocrats of the city offer the beleaguered Guardian a
chance to unwind by attending an extravagant ball. It is said that Guardians cannot be bribed
and cannot be influenced…and yet…
As their control of the city is also threatened by the wolves, they begin to spin their web of
manipulation…
“Take a respite from your fight,
to come and dance with us tonight”
Spinning silken thread into a striking gown
“Bare your innermost desire
and I'm sure we can acquire”
Captivating eyes that mesmerize;
your will is breaking down
Compel my tongue
Thy will, Be done
Spellbound by the masquerade
Caught inside a trance
And blinded to the strings they tie
That force you to dance
Drowning in their crimson wine
It permeates your soul
Manifest the tempo of your mind
Caught in the dance of control
The gentle hand that draws you near
Whispers poison to your ear
Slowly suffocate the sentience of your mind
Spin and dance around the ball
Pretend you had a choice at all
Weave a veil across your eyes, oh, the bridle of the blind
Oh, recreate you out of gold
Substitute your will so you do as you are told