By the room of dark and gloomy
haze,
I locked myself, they burned the
place.
I'm breathing the smoke of
vicious hate,
They lend their hand as a
pleasant bait.

You come to hear delightful
words
and see yourself on the aisle of
herds,
there's a shaking hands with pleasant
grin,
but there's a tattoo of hate on their tattered
skin.

Masquerade of great kings and queens,
Mantled with shimmering clothes to look clean.
These masks hides their scattered skin,
The music played, dance of the jesters will now begin.

The ace wears the joker suit,
Watching the spin of flashing boots.
Diluted laughter breaks the crystal glass,
After party will be a burning masks.