Masquerade Of The Dead/Clown Of The Ball

My pretty muse,oh how you sit,
the silken gown flowing down your feet,
your scarlet lips,your moonlit skin,
hiding the brightest shadow of the darkest sin...

He touches your hand,he kisses your lip,
His hair on your neck,his hand on your hip,
i feel it growing,i feel the pain,
i feel the sickness,i feel limitless disdain.
and then he leaves,saying he'll be back in a while,
i see your joy,i see your smile
but you hurt me didn't you my darling,you stabbed me,
oh but no shattered glass you will never see,
those pretty parted lips,the drops of crimson on that silvery skin,
hiding the brightest shadow of the darkest sin..


Your ivory hair,your shimmering eyes,
the heart in your bosom,as cold as ice..
those pretty parted lips,the drops of crimson on that silvery skin,
hiding the brightest shadow of the darkest sin..

i hold you in my arms as they gather around,
they watch as i stab you,they watch spell bound,
they draw closer,by the second they come nearer,
appalled by what they see,yet drawn by their fear..
they see the knife in my hand,the smile on my lips,
i see the blood on your face,the blood on my skin
i hide the brightest shadow of the darkest sin,


And so they gather,and so they see,they watch you lie on this bloody bed,
they watch me wear my scarlet mask at the masquerade of the dead.
They come to take me to my death,they come to take me away
i see the morning light ,oh glorious day!
they tie me to the chair,
they whip my body so cold and bare..
and then the executioner arrives,my savior clad in black,
he takes the needle and pushes it into my neck before taking a single step back..
and then he stares as if he's seen a ghost,
but no i'm no ghost,but before this last breath,a final boast...


"Behold my glorious death,behold the clown,
Behold the poison in my veins,behold the thorns in my crown,"