Witches all across
this rotten ground
Sinking with my eyes
this dance of lies
Is all black? Or is it burn?
It's a land of pointed grass
Masquerade
Their eyes are full of blood
Masquerade
Calling my mistrust
All invites are burning knives
Drowning in the waltz
I see your eyes
Looking around, everything is dark
A cross of looks, a pleasant chill
Falling in my awaited fear
Please be muy sunrise
And I'll be your eventide
I will crush the seas,
Tear down the air
You can be, what only dreams can build
Masquerade
Your eyes are full of hope
Masquerade
Joker, naughty gem
Your smile construct my wish

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