Mask Of Red Death

The bells chant out at midnight

To invite the guest of doom

Inaugurates the dark between

The walls of the seventh roomThe outside was kept unbidden

To escape their sickened breath

Now in the ballroom of prosperous

Stands the plague behind the mask of deathThe unknown guest moves westward

Through each and every room

Its disguise pictures a victim

Of its own rampaging gloomThe hall is saturated

With ominous ambience

The masquerade turns silent

In the presence of the face of death

The gates are now sealed

To escape their sickened breath

Finally you will stand

To face the Mask Of Red Death

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