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The plague widely raged while reaping victims

Entire countries were left without life

At the same time the foolish king was hiding into his castle

With all his riches and all he needed

Surrounded by servants and his courtiers

And certain to be safe they lived a daily feast to feel themselves alive

Blasphemous, ingenious, insane poor king

Until one evening there at the castle

The king was hosting the biggest masquerade ball

While cheerful symphonies and total glitz were filling the seven strange rooms

Each of a different colour but the last one

Was black and dark with blood-stained windows

Made with black ebony the pendulum was resting alone in his room

The flames of the tripods in an icy blow went out

The ruin of the Red Death now reigns on the dead mankind

The dark figure came out from that room

And with a mask of death to hide his bloody face

Among the frightened crowd the king faced that stranger and send her away

Defiantly the red death took off her mask

Revealing to the king her true identity

Showing her power and imposing her anathema over humanity

Blasphemous, ingenious, insane poor king

The flames of the tripods in an icy blow went out

The ruin of the Red Death now reigns on the dead mankind

The flames of the tripods in an icy blow went out

The ruin of the Red Death now reigns on the dead mankind

The life of the ebony clock ended with the last of those people