The dark he will steal from the shadows
From the neck of the goddess the bling
In a blink will take your sweet pillow
And even the horse under the king
He will snatch the last breath from the dying
The light is ripped from the day
He swears on the truth but is lying
And when luck comes your way
He will take it away
Robs from both poor and rich men
All this, withoug being seen
Sparrows and wine from the kitchen
And with a gentle hand,
The heart of the princess
The master thief - the great deceiver
He fakes and he steals - the mystery weaver
The master thief - the great deceiver
There's always a thief - the mystery weaver
He's picking the stars like apples
Climbs up the tower again
The thief will be prince and then emperor
But love he can't steal, and no one to call friend
The master thief - the great deceiver
He takes and bereaves - the mystery weaver
The master thief - the great deceiver
There's always a thief - the mystery weaver