Manilla Road Masque Of The Red Death
Outside these walls Dances The Plague All victims fall Within it's wake Oh, Prince Prospero All of your dreams Fade with your last Dying breath Locked in your palace Safe as it seems But not from The Masque Of Red Death Masquerade Ball Morbid the night The Reaper calls Grandfather chimes The uninvited guest Who mocks the masquerade In guise of wretched death A masque of red decay He passes through the archways Of all the palace rooms The seventh dark and deadly Where The Clock strikes midnight's doom Casting his blade The Prince attacks Death show it's face Behind The Masque
