The temple bright with sound and light
Not a character in sight
Oh, darkness

Seated in the audience an unassuming spectator
Awaiting the arrival of the mask
Oh what a task these actors have
Bringing life to such a source

Creation - The Blackness of the Stage
Suddenly brought alive by puppet men
White faces and black figurines
Construct the scene of a princess's dream
A lover that she once had
Lost to an Oriental cause
Tears are acted behind screen
Believe me, it's true
Conceive if you will - The Dance of the Kabuki

The temple bright with sound and light
Now the character's in sight
Oh, sadness

Morning - The Rising Sun
Shines burning rays upon the land
A grand dynasty, silver silks and gold
Unfold to show great wealth.
But, alas, must it be "No lover for thee"?
She weeps day in and day out
Believe me, it's true
Conceive if you will
The Dance of the Kabuki

Suicide in willowy white
Harakari, the rite
Oh?..

Evening - The Setting Sun
Brings along the verdict
"Life must end to begin for me," she claims.
A golden dagger in her hand
Turns warm flesh to stone
Alone no more
Lovers in this Oriental heaven
Believe me, it's true.
Conceive if you will
The Dance of the Kabuki