Besedila: Faith And The Muse. Through The Pale Door.

Welcome my dear please take my hand It's wonderful here it's really quite grand
The moment still, await the hour The Masquerade for Time's dead flowers

Dancing and reeling We move beneath shadows We've hung from the ceiling
All memory receding Take leave of reason In step with the bleeding

Chapter & Verse the lyric takes flight Red is the day as red is the night
The hours pass, the years expire The dance goes on, we spin on fire

Laughing and screaming A wide-awake nightmare Diseased and believing

In mourning-deceiving Ever in motion and ever in grieving

Welcome my dear please take my hand It's wonderful here it's really quite grand

Shadows now descending To join in the Madness The song never-ending
Wounds never mending Wretched in countenance The fear now transcending