Scarlet stains upon a face, sharp pains and bleeding,
Behind locked doors, from windows, eyes peering.
No sympathy from fellow men

Beyond walls of stone and gates of iron,
A thousand strong, bidding defiance to contagion,
Locked in a dance of decadence.


We're having a party can't you stay?
You know life's a cabaret.

So hide yourself in the masquerade,
Put your costume on and


Seven suites, a flood of colors theme, and,
People dance in every room, music leads them;
Except the last, black with blood tinted panes,

Within, a clock starts to chime as the hour nears in.

We're having a party can't you stay?

You know life's a cabaret.
So hide yourself in the masquerade,
Put your costume on and play.


The clock strikes twelve, the movement seizes.
The clock strikes twelve, the evening freezes.

A blood red figure moves freely,
Whispers arose, eyes could not believe it.
Red death

There is no face of death, until the moment of your own,
It's the ticking of a clock, the counting of a moment?
Control is an illusion, to be dealt by faulty hands,

Pull apart the earth revealing your own solitude,
Each man creates his own God, his own heaven, his own hell
Why should you be afraid to die? Your soul has being dead for a long time,

How quickly the glory of the world passes away,
(We must bear witness!)
Now you've realized how useless it was to pray!

In darkness and decay, and the red death,
Held illimitable dominion over all!