Under the red sky of a baked half moon

The grass was covered in morning dew

The village streets, they looked tragic

Filled with magic from the last three nights



It's pretty hard to resist it the carnival

And the barroom eyes

You stare into all the faces and

Listen to dingy lullabyes



Checked in your ticket near Brussells

The train took you to a hilltop range

Stripping all inhibition

Hoping to see the world inside out



You all went up to the castles

The music blaring countless ryhmes

The tapestry it looked plastic

With crushed velvet drapes hung real high



The stone creatures were staring

Through your soul with their daughnted eyes

Something stops men from caring

Traped in the wicked endless night



It's pretty hard to resist it the carnival

And the barroom eyes

You stare into all the faces and

Listen to dingy lullabyes