Valentine Wolfe - The Masque of the Red d**h lyrics

Seven rooms full of color Prisms of light fall on the revelers Outside the corridor a brazier of fire Projects its rays through the tinted gla** Gigantic clock made of ebony Pendulum swings to and fro When the hour is to be struck The revelers stop in their paces To and fro in the chambers Stalked a multitude of dreams And these dreams writhed about Taking their cue from the rooms There was much of the beautiful Much of the wanton Much of the bizarre Something of the terrible And not just a little bit of that which might have excited disgust And not just a little bit of that which might have excited disgust One last chamber, the black chamber With panes of scarlet, a deep blood color Spectral image tall and gaunt Shrouded as the grave Mask conceals a stiffened corpse Vesture shrouded in blood The Red d**h had come Like a thief in the night And one by one the revelers dropped And died in the posture of the tall The ebony clock went out with the last And the flames of the tripod expired And Darkness and Decay and the Red d**h Held dominion over all