Welcome to the masquerade! This isn't the end A dance we begin I am sent from the night You can't hide from the blight I will follow you now Your refuge has failed And darkness prevailed O, Prospero! Where will I lead thee now? Red wind flows swiftly through the vine What is a curse holds true to what's divine I am the walking plague sent in disguise And in the seventh room, all will be mine I see the hearse in the twisted eyes Of the man who led me here I hold the curse to the fall of man I speak of myself To speak of me Will bring terror I hold the fate of every man I speak of the plague To speak of it Will surely bring terror Silence! Run to the hills Tonight, blood will spill "And darkness and decay and the red death Held illimitable dominion over all."