WELCOME TO THE MASQUERADE!
This isn't the end
A dance we begin

I am sent from the night
You can't hide from the blight
I will follow you

Your refuge has failed
AND DARKNESS PREVAILED
O, PROSPERO!

Where will I lead thee now?
Red wine flows swiftly through the vine
What is a curse holds true to what's divine

I am the walking plague sent in disguise
And in the seventh room, all will be mine.
I see the hearse in the twisted eyes of the man who led me here

I hold the curse to the fall of man
(I speak of myself)
To speak of me

(Will bring terror)
I hold the fate of every man
(I speak of the plague)

To speak of it
(Will surely bring terror)
I SEE THE HEARSE IN THE TWISTED EYES OF THE MAN WHO LED ME HERE

CAUTIOUSLY I WAIT, REVEAL MYSELF AND LET THE !#@*ING PAIN BEGIN
SILENCE!
Run for the hills

TONIGHT!
Blood will spill
(blood will spill)

SILENCE!
Run for the hills
TONIGHT!

Blood will spill
(blood will spill)
"And darkness and decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all..."