At the stroke of midnight, an enchanted masquerade opens its doors to the living, inviting them into a world where the dead dance beneath crimson lights and flickering candles. Among masked strangers and ghostly revelers, a porcelain-pale woman moves like a vision, hiding a chilling secret. As the night unfolds, the boundaries between life and death disappear, and every guest becomes part of a celebration from which no one may wish to escape. Until dawn, the damned have the floor. [Verse 1] The heavy iron doors swing wide, Stained glass bleeds red upon the floor. Cold candles flicker in the hall, Where velvet masks hide something more. No one will ask whose blood runs hot, Beneath the lace and silent shade. [Pre-Chorus] A frozen breath upon your neck, A laugh that makes no human sound. Look in the mirror on the wall— No shadow falls upon the ground. [Chorus] Welcome to the midnight masquerade, Where shadows wear the linen and the bone. Underneath the gilded velvet shade, We dance until the breathing turns to stone. No dawn will break this sanctuary wall, Tonight the dead are hosting for us all. [Verse 2] A pale white hand rests on your waist, Porcelain skin that fears the sun. She glides across the marble tile, Too smooth, too cold for anyone. You wonder if the face she wears, Was born before the dark begun. [Chorus] Welcome to the midnight masquerade, Where shadows wear the linen and the bone. Underneath the gilded velvet shade, We dance until the breathing turns to stone. No dawn will break this sanctuary wall, Tonight the dead are hosting for us all. [Instrumental Bridge - Synth & Guitar Solo] [Bridge] The clock strikes twelve, the iron rings. The painted masks begin to fall. What looked like silk is folded wing— Listen and hear the altar call. [Final Chorus] Welcome to the midnight masquerade, Where shadows wear the linen and the bone. Underneath the gilded velvet shade, We dance until the breathing turns to stone. The sun is dead, the morning will not call, Forever locked inside this hollow hall!
