The Blackened Memory - Masque of the Red Death

[verse]
Purple haze, next room, decadence in bloom,
Wine flows free, but there’s tension in the gloom.
Masquerade spins, faces hid, laughter’s forced and thin,
Clocks tick loud, like a pulse beneath the skin.
Prospero boasts, claims his walls hold back fate,
But the masks can’t hide the fear, truth won’t wait.
Footsteps echo, faint but close, movin’ through the crowd,
Somethin’ cold brushes past, silent but so loud.
Red Death creeps, Red Death creeps.

[verse]
Green room’s lit, emerald shine, but the vibe’s all wrong,
Guests keep dancin’, but their hearts don’t stay strong.
Mirrors reflect the lies, painted smiles that crack,
Every step feels heavy, like there’s no turnin’ back.
Prince’s eyes, wild with pride, dare the night to fight,
But the air grows thick, chokin’ out the light.
A shadow moves, cloaked in mist, slippin’ through the throng,
No one speaks, but they know, death’s been here too long.
Red Death creeps, Red Death creeps.

[verse]
Orange flames flicker, walls pulse with fake cheer,
Sweat on brows, now the terror’s drawin’ near.
Music’s frantic, violins screech, tryin’ to drown the dread,
But the clock strikes midnight, tollin’ for the dead.
Masks slip off, eyes go wide, see the truth unfold,
Somethin’ walks, bold and grim, story left untold.
Prospero shouts, calls for guards, but his voice is weak,
Death don’t bow, don’t retreat, future’s lookin’ bleak.
Red Death creeps, Red Death creeps.

[verse]
White room’s stark, like a tomb, sterile, cold, and bare,
Guests freeze up, feel the chill crawlin’ through the air.
No more laughter, no more boasts, just a hollow stare,
Figure moves, robed in blood, no one dares go there.
Prospero chases, rage and fear, through the halls he runs,
But the spectre’s pace don’t break, like it’s havin’ fun.
White light fades, hope’s a ghost, swallowed by the night,
Death’s unveiled, no escape, no one wins this fight.
Red Death creeps, Red Death creeps.

[verse]
Violet haze, final stop, where the shadows reign,
Walls feel alive, pulse with grief, echoin’ the pain.
Prospero falls, face to face with the crimson mask,
Red Death stands, silent king, finishin’ its task.
Guests collapse, one by one, blood seeps through their veins,
Abbey’s cursed, walls decay, only death remains.
No more feasts, no more lies, just a silent scream,
Plague takes all, prince and pawn, endin’ every dream.
Red Death creeps, Red Death creeps.

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[verse] Deep in the abbey, locked from the plague’s grip, Prince Prospero’s dancin’, laughin’, takin’ sips. Blue room gleams, like a calm before the storm, Silk and gold, mask parade, keepin’ spirits warm. But the air feels wrong, shadows twist in the light, Guests ignore the chill, party deep in the night. Somethin’ stalks, unseen, through the velvet and gleam, Death’s a guest, slippin’ in, poisonin’ the dream. Red Death creeps, Red Death creeps. [verse] Purple haze, next room, decadence in bloom, Wine flows free, but there’s tension in the gloom. Masquerade spins, faces hid, laughter’s forced and thin, Clocks tick loud, like a pulse beneath the skin. Prospero boasts, claims his walls hold back fate, But the masks can’t hide the fear, truth won’t wait. Footsteps echo, faint but close, movin’ through the crowd, Somethin’ cold brushes past, silent but so loud. Red Death creeps, Red Death creeps. [verse] Green room’s lit, emerald shine, but the vibe’s all wrong, Guests keep dancin’, but their hearts don’t stay strong. Mirrors reflect the lies, painted smiles that crack, Every step feels heavy, like there’s no turnin’ back. Prince’s eyes, wild with pride, dare the night to fight, But the air grows thick, chokin’ out the light. A shadow moves, cloaked in mist, slippin’ through the throng, No one speaks, but they know, death’s been here too long. Red Death creeps, Red Death creeps. [verse] Orange flames flicker, walls pulse with fake cheer, Sweat on brows, now the terror’s drawin’ near. Music’s frantic, violins screech, tryin’ to drown the dread, But the clock strikes midnight, tollin’ for the dead. Masks slip off, eyes go wide, see the truth unfold, Somethin’ walks, bold and grim, story left untold. Prospero shouts, calls for guards, but his voice is weak, Death don’t bow, don’t retreat, future’s lookin’ bleak. Red Death creeps, Red Death creeps. [verse] White room’s stark, like a tomb, sterile, cold, and bare, Guests freeze up, feel the chill crawlin’ through the air. No more laughter, no more boasts, just a hollow stare, Figure moves, robed in blood, no one dares go there. Prospero chases, rage and fear, through the halls he runs, But the spectre’s pace don’t break, like it’s havin’ fun. White light fades, hope’s a ghost, swallowed by the night, Death’s unveiled, no escape, no one wins this fight. Red Death creeps, Red Death creeps. [verse] Violet haze, final stop, where the shadows reign, Walls feel alive, pulse with grief, echoin’ the pain. Prospero falls, face to face with the crimson mask, Red Death stands, silent king, finishin’ its task. Guests collapse, one by one, blood seeps through their veins, Abbey’s cursed, walls decay, only death remains. No more feasts, no more lies, just a silent scream, Plague takes all, prince and pawn, endin’ every dream. Red Death creeps, Red Death creeps.

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