The masks they wear, so dark and grim,
A dance of shadows, so dark within.
A masquerade of death and sin,
A dance of shadows that's all within.


The music plays, a haunting tune,
A dance of shadows beneath the moon.
A masquerade of death and fear,
A dance of shadows that's oh so near.


The masks they wear, so twisted and dark,
A dance of shadows that leaves its mark.
A masquerade of death and pain,
A dance of shadows that's all in vain.



The dancers move in perfect time,...