Behind each mask, there hides a sin,
So, Welcome to our night parade,
Where on every face, they wear a grin,
In this, our phantom masquerade!

Come and see where all our secrets lie,
As we dance down this cobbled road,
Listen carefully and you may know why,
Watch us closely, as a man comes a toad!

For this miracle happening right before your eyes,
May not be all that it appears to be,
It's painted in...