Masque Lyrics

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 now
Your refuge has failed
And darkness prevailed

O, Prospero!
Where will I lead thee now?

Red wind 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
Silence!
Run to the hills
Tonight
Blood will spill