Death's Ball
A large painted palace,
soft music sings,
Walls decorated with malice,
The smell of rot, it clings.
Flowing black gowns,
All dancing in time,
With tux-wearing clowns,
They pay for their crimes.
Stuck here eternally,
They never will part,
At peace internally,
No broken hearts.
_
Look out, look out,
For here comes the king,
His skin is decaying,
His touch, it would sting,
Of all the horrors,
His presence will bring,
The worst are his eyes,
His terrible disguise.
They look at you with love,
Hope, pride and honor,
But take a closer look,
Inside them, you’re a goner.
Don’t run from the king,
It’s no use to crawl,
He’s only enforcing,
The fatal, Death’s Ball.
soft music sings,
Walls decorated with malice,
The smell of rot, it clings.
Flowing black gowns,
All dancing in time,
With tux-wearing clowns,
They pay for their crimes.
Stuck here eternally,
They never will part,
At peace internally,
No broken hearts.
_
Look out, look out,
For here comes the king,
His skin is decaying,
His touch, it would sting,
Of all the horrors,
His presence will bring,
The worst are his eyes,
His terrible disguise.
They look at you with love,
Hope, pride and honor,
But take a closer look,
Inside them, you’re a goner.
Don’t run from the king,
It’s no use to crawl,
He’s only enforcing,
The fatal, Death’s Ball.