Truth Became Strategy | D&D Trickery Domain

Описание: This Trickery Domain song follows a cleric who learned to bend truth in the name of order — until faith became strategy, and belief stopped feeling clean.

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🃏 Faith built on omission
🏙️ Order preserved at a cost
🎲 D&D cleric character song
🖤 Themes of moral compromise, control, and quiet doubt

The city stands.
The chaos never came.
But truth didn’t survive intact.

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Lyrics & Concept: Medieval Confessions
Music Production: Suno AI
Artwork: Leonardo AI

Lyrics 'Sacred Lies':

They taught me truth was fragile glass,
That honesty can cut too deep.
Some words were meant to stay unspoken,
Some doors were kinder left asleep.
They praised the lie that spared a riot,
Blessed the secret that kept peace.
If harm was halted by omission,
They called it holy, not deceit.

I learned which facts would start a fire,
Which half-truths kept the crowds aligned.
Mercy wore a clever mask,
Strategy dressed up as kind.
I never lied to feed my pride,
I lied so others wouldn’t break—
At least that’s what the prayers all said
Before I learned what they would take.

If the outcome honors heaven,
Does it matter how we got there?
If the lie keeps order standing,
Is the sin still in the air?
I kept faith with every result,
I kept chaos pushed away—
But somewhere truth stopped being sacred
And became what wouldn’t stay.

I don’t remember when belief
Stopped feeling clean inside my chest.
I still kneel, still speak the words—
I just don’t know which ones I meant.
The gods never asked me questions,
Never told me to be clear.
They only counted broken futures
That didn’t happen while I was here.

I can’t tell mercy from control anymore.
Both sound like certainty when spoken slow.
I’ve hidden truth so long for the greater good
I don’t know if I’d recognize it whole.

If faith is measured by its harvest,
Then I’ve served exactly right.
I kept the plan intact and moving,
I kept the city out of firelight.
But if belief was meant to be honest,
Not just useful, not just clean—
Then tell me where sincerity fits
When lies are what the gods have seen.

I am Trickery—
and I still believe… I just don’t know in what anymore.