Verse I Beneath the moon that hangs a pale dead eye, The iron gates creak open slow and wide. They come in silence, robed in mist and bone, With faces carved from marble, cold and white. Each mask conceals what time has worn away — The names, the lives, the souls that once were here. Verse II They dance among the tombstones, slow and grave, Their feet make no sound on the dew-wet grass. A waltz of shadows, moving to and fro, Where ivy clings to memories long past. No music plays, yet still they keep the time — The ancient rhythm of the midnight hour. Chorus Oh, graveyard masquerade, where shadows dance, Where death wears smiles and moonlight is the mask. We walk together, living and the gone, Upon this earth where all things find their rest. No one is truly gone, they only wait — Beneath the stone, beyond the iron gate. Verse III A lady wears a veil of spider silk, A knight his shield, though battles long have ceased. They bow and turn, as if they still recall The hands that held them, centuries ago. The wind alone breathes through their hollow forms, A whispered song of all the years gone by. Bridge Fear not the ones who walk in silent grace, For they but sleep where we shall one day sleep. This masquerade is not a thing of dread — It is the gathering of the ones we loved. They do not haunt, they do not ask for more — Just one brief dance beneath the silver moon. Final Chorus Oh, graveyard masquerade, where shadows dance, Where death wears smiles and moonlight is the mask. We walk together, living and the gone, Upon this earth where all things find their rest. No one is truly gone, they only wait — Beneath the stone, beyond the iron gate.
