The Velvet Masquerade (Official)

Symphonic Metal, Gothic Symphonic Metal, ‑pop rock, ‑modern metalcore, ‑death growls, ‑harsh vocals, ‑trap hats, ‑EDM, ‑synthwave, ‑folk, ‑blues, ‑jazz, ‑lo-fi, ‑minimalist, ‑mellow, ‑spoken word, ‑autotune

CUSTOM

At the edge of the velvet hall,
a single candle marks the wall.
Footsteps turn beneath the dome,
someone waits where no one goes.

Silk curtains breathe above the floor,
a silver key beside the door.
I hear a voice behind the frame,
it speaks my name, then speaks it strange.

You came to see what wears the mask,
to ask the room what it won't ask.
But every door you choose to cross
has taken something you have lost.

Turn the key,
hear the lock,
count the steps beneath the clock.
One more breath,
one more sign 
cross the line.

Meet me where the velvet falls,
where the hidden staircase calls.
Say my name and face the cost,
find the door that time has lost.
I am not the tale you knew,
I am every lie they drew.
When the final curtain flies,
tell me what remains behind.

Candles tremble in a row,
blackened portraits watch below.
Your hand is cold against the rail,
mine is colder when I fail.

You ask me why I guard this place,
I answer with a borrowed face.
The music stops, the mirrors turn 
now every portrait seems to burn.

Turn the key,
hear the lock,
feel the floor beneath you rock.
One more breath,
one more sign 
cross the line.

You wanted truth, 
then look at me.
No painted face,
no prophecy.

I wanted peace, 
you wanted more.
So choose the key
or leave the door.

Meet me where the velvet falls,
hear the iron staircase call.
Say my name and bear the cost,
take the path that time has lost.
I am not the tale you knew,
I am every lie you drew.
When the final curtain flies,
stand beneath the falling light 
AND TELL ME WHO YOU ARE TONIGHT.

The hall is still.
The candles cease.
Behind the door,
there waits no beast.
Only me.

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At the edge of the velvet hall, a single candle marks the wall. Footsteps turn beneath the dome, someone waits where no one goes. Silk curtains breathe above the floor, a silver key beside the door. I hear a voice behind the frame, it speaks my name, then speaks it strange. You came to see what wears the mask, to ask the room what it won't ask. But every door you choose to cross has taken something you have lost. Turn the key, hear the lock, count the steps beneath the clock. One more breath, one more sign cross the line. Meet me where the velvet falls, where the hidden staircase calls. Say my name and face the cost, find the door that time has lost. I am not the tale you knew, I am every lie they drew. When the final curtain flies, tell me what remains behind. Candles tremble in a row, blackened portraits watch below. Your hand is cold against the rail, mine is colder when I fail. You ask me why I guard this place, I answer with a borrowed face. The music stops, the mirrors turn now every portrait seems to burn. Turn the key, hear the lock, feel the floor beneath you rock. One more breath, one more sign cross the line. Meet me where the velvet falls, where the hidden staircase calls. Say my name and face the cost, find the door that time has lost. I am not the tale you knew, I am every lie they drew. When the final curtain flies, tell me what remains behind. You wanted truth, then look at me. No painted face, no prophecy. I wanted peace, you wanted more. So choose the key or leave the door. Meet me where the velvet falls, hear the iron staircase call. Say my name and bear the cost, take the path that time has lost. I am not the tale you knew, I am every lie you drew. When the final curtain flies, stand beneath the falling light AND TELL ME WHO YOU ARE TONIGHT. The hall is still. The candles cease. Behind the door, there waits no beast. Only me. by Ape · Music. Alle Rechte vorbehalten. Jegliche Nutzung, Bearbeitung, Veröffentlichung, Vervielfältigung oder kommerzielle Verwertung ohne ausdrückliche Genehmigung ist untersagt.

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