Welcome to the masquerade! This isn't the end A dance we begin I am sent from the night You can't hide from the blight I will follow you now Your refuge has failed And darkness prevailed O, Prospero! Where will I lead thee now? Red wind flows swiftly through the vine What is a curse holds true to what's divine I am the walking plague sent in disguise And in the seventh room, all will be mine I see the hearse in the twisted eyes Of the man who led me here I hold the curse to the fall of man I speak of myself To speak of me Will bring terror I hold the fate of every man I speak of the plague To speak of it Will surely bring terror Silence! Run to the hills Tonight Blood will spill "And darkness and decay and the red d**h held illimitable dominion over all.."