Masquerade Lyrics - Singles - Terrateya

Thousand shadows 

Chase the light 

See the darkness 

Vanish and consume 

Put on your empty faces 

See the cobwebs shimmer 

Diamonds catch the moonlight 

As ivory takes life 

Tired bones shake off their sleep 

Silence melts away 

A thousand grinning faces 

Don their gleaming masks 

Dreaming of a distant past, as they weave through the dust 

And they dance this final masquerade 

Listen to the eerie strains, its a symphony of gloom 

As they live this final masquerade 

Dreaming of a distant past, as they weave through the dust 

(And their masks gleam bones a pearly white) 

And they dance this final masquerade 

Listen to the eerie strains, its a symphony of gloom 

(They glide and turn they spin and twist) 

As they live this final masquerade 

And they dance through flickring candles 

Clothed in robes of crimson deep 

Friends and foes now all are equal 

Their eyes gleam with pure delight 

Dreaming of a distant past, as they weave through the dust 

And they dance this final masquerade 

Listen to the eerie strains, its a symphony of gloom 

As they live this final masquerade 

Dreaming of a distant past, as they weave through the dust 

(And their masks gleam bones a pearly white) 

And they dance this final masquerade 

Listen to the eerie strains, its a symphony of gloom 

(They glide and turn they spin and twist) 

As they live this final masquerade 

Yet slowly they falter their footsteps dragging in the dust 

The music it winds down becomes a tearing screeching moan 

Their splendour and finery fades back to rags and crumbling bones 

And finally so slowly they drift into an endless sleep 

Dreaming of a distant past, as they weave through the dust 

And they dance this final masquerade 

Listen to the eerie strains, its a symphony of gloom 

As they live this final masquerade 

Dreaming of a distant past, as they weave through the dust 

(And their masks gleam bones a pearly white) 

And they dance this final masquerade 

Listen to the eerie strains, its a symphony of gloom 

(They glide and turn they spin and twist) 

As they live this final masquerade 

(So they dance their waltz of death)