Masque of the Dark Knight
Standing the middle of the masquerade,
Watching the masked dancers dance their lives away.
Hiding behind their precious masks what truly lies within.
So let the fun and games begin.
I see them bleeding through their well hidden emotions,
While going through all of their elegant motions.
Their fake masks don't fool me.
I can clearly see their misery.
Am I the only one that sees what's going on?
Am I the only one that sees something is wrong?
Mechanically they dance on,
Not seeing what's going on.
Not seeing that something is wrong.
They're all bleeding, all screaming on the inside.
Pain surging through like the midnight tide.
But yet they hide what lies on the inside.
Waging wars upon themselves,
Caging their true emotions and placing them on dusty shelves.
All to keep up their precious masquerade.
Their fake masks don't fool me,
I can clearly see their misery,
Hidden underneath their mysterious masks,
I see their uncried tears, their hidden fears.
The ghosts of their pasts are closing in.
The end of the masquerade is about to begin.
A cloaked knight soaring upon a black steed enters the ball.
I silently watch the masquerade's fall.
The knight raises his mighty fist into the still air,
Summoning his devoted army of the undead.
Decaying and full of hate, how dare they enter the ball without invite?
Simply because it's fate and tonight is the night.
They take delight of fall of the masquerade,
Taking place for the last time today.
Their hunger for chaos must be fed.
They won't stop until all of the masked dancers are dead.
The dancers silently continue to dance,
Thinking they're hiding their fear behind those stupid masks.
The dark knight and his army can smell fear's strong musk.
The odor the dancers try desperately to mask, an impossible task.
Once more the hooded figure upon the black horse raises his fist,
Releasing his blood curling battle cry,
Signaling his decaying army into flight.
He throws his hood back, starting the fight.
Oh what a ghastly sight.
Illuminated by the pale moonlight,
The dark knight's pale skin retains an eerie glow,
Down to his shoulders, his jet black hair flows.
Some of his hair completely covers his right eye.
His bare left eye, cold as ice, stares at me.
His piercing blue eye's glaze sends chills down my spine.
He is the only one who sees me with his eyes so fine.
His thin lips twist into a deadly smile.
I'm about to face the ultimate trail.
Watching the masked dancers dance their lives away.
Hiding behind their precious masks what truly lies within.
So let the fun and games begin.
I see them bleeding through their well hidden emotions,
While going through all of their elegant motions.
Their fake masks don't fool me.
I can clearly see their misery.
Am I the only one that sees what's going on?
Am I the only one that sees something is wrong?
Mechanically they dance on,
Not seeing what's going on.
Not seeing that something is wrong.
They're all bleeding, all screaming on the inside.
Pain surging through like the midnight tide.
But yet they hide what lies on the inside.
Waging wars upon themselves,
Caging their true emotions and placing them on dusty shelves.
All to keep up their precious masquerade.
Their fake masks don't fool me,
I can clearly see their misery,
Hidden underneath their mysterious masks,
I see their uncried tears, their hidden fears.
The ghosts of their pasts are closing in.
The end of the masquerade is about to begin.
A cloaked knight soaring upon a black steed enters the ball.
I silently watch the masquerade's fall.
The knight raises his mighty fist into the still air,
Summoning his devoted army of the undead.
Decaying and full of hate, how dare they enter the ball without invite?
Simply because it's fate and tonight is the night.
They take delight of fall of the masquerade,
Taking place for the last time today.
Their hunger for chaos must be fed.
They won't stop until all of the masked dancers are dead.
The dancers silently continue to dance,
Thinking they're hiding their fear behind those stupid masks.
The dark knight and his army can smell fear's strong musk.
The odor the dancers try desperately to mask, an impossible task.
Once more the hooded figure upon the black horse raises his fist,
Releasing his blood curling battle cry,
Signaling his decaying army into flight.
He throws his hood back, starting the fight.
Oh what a ghastly sight.
Illuminated by the pale moonlight,
The dark knight's pale skin retains an eerie glow,
Down to his shoulders, his jet black hair flows.
Some of his hair completely covers his right eye.
His bare left eye, cold as ice, stares at me.
His piercing blue eye's glaze sends chills down my spine.
He is the only one who sees me with his eyes so fine.
His thin lips twist into a deadly smile.
I'm about to face the ultimate trail.