The bells chant out at midnight to invite the guest of doom Inaugurates the dark between the walls of the seventh room
The outside was kept unbidden to escape their sickened breath Now in the ballroom of prosperous stands the plague behind the mask of death
The unknown guest moves westward Through each and every room Its disguise pictures a victim Of its own rampaging gloom
The hall is saturated With ominous ambience The masquerade turns silent In the presence of the face of Death
The gates now are sealed To escape their sickened breath Finally you will stand To face the mask of red deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.