You are blinded by hundreds

Of flickering candles

They enlighten the hall

Curious dancers are spinning

All around you

You've never seen such a ball



Powdered face

Worn out black lace

You find yourself

In an icy cold embrace



Blood-shot eyes

Silent cries, bats in disguise

Allies of the dark

Claws from the back

Lips at your neck

Allies of the dark



Up the left of his room

There's a mighty mirror

A lady's passing that wall

What you see makes you

Shiver and shake for she has

No reflection at all



Be my slave

Eternal slave

Follow me down to

The shadow of my grave



Blood-shot eyes...