Hush now… the mask is calling, Drums awake, the night is falling. Lanterns swing where shadows creep, Secrets wake from their endless sleep. Through the fog the puppets sway, Painted smiles begin to fray. Footsteps echo, hollow and near, Every laugh hides a trace of fear. Broken clocks and crimson glass, Mark the time as phantoms pass. Tick-tock, hearts collide, Dance beneath the pale moon tide. Veins of silver, eyes of flame, Every soul forgets its name. This is fright, this is flame, The Painted Mask will call your name! Bells will toll, the ghosts obey, The dead shall dance till break of day! Hands of time, don’t turn away— The Mask will rise and lead the way! Crawl from the grave, join the parade, Flesh to rhythm, bones to blade. Ashes whisper, candles weep, The Mask consumes what it must keep. And when the dawn begins to gleam, You’ll wake and think it was a dream... But the Mask remembers everything.
