• Glass masks and music in the night
    Young gents and maidens so fair
    Dance hall without a light
    You'll dream in odd colours there

    The chandelier is on the floor
    Cobwebs line the walls
    Lady Vampire guards the door
    Assisted by the paper dolls

    The candles upstairs are sleeping
    The bedposts all burned
    Damsels in distress are weeping
    For black, the White Knight has turned

    The Butler will escort you in
    And there you'll stay forever
    So let these twisted games begin
    We'll lose if we're together