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Among vivid blue, deep green, white and pure violet,

There was a black room, fully adorned with the darkest velvet.

Through its bloody red windows where no candelabrum light could shine,

Shadows turned to dread shapes when the ebony clock began to chime.

Within his walls, he gave his guests splendors,

Dances and laughts, feast and wonders, revelry galore.

While outside plague and pestilence terrified,

While lives extinguished for the reaper satisfied.

Hear this dim death knell

See this corpse shrouded in crimson, and his skull so pale !

Hear this dim death knell

Where the putrid black disease won, here’s the Masque of the Red Death !

Dabbled in blood, his bony hands besprinkled with the scarlet horror,

The spectral image slided like a ghost, releasing the Prince furore.

A dagger as only weapon, the duke fell appart and his heart broke

Cursing the deadly specter, whispering at the last beat of the ebony clock.

And summoning the wild courage of despair,

Revellers found the shroud empty in a very last dare.

The Red Death came like a thief in the night,

Scattered bodies in blood dew, in a color so bright !

Hear this dim death knell

See this corpse shrouded in crimson, and his skull so pale !

Hear this dim death knell

Where the putrid black disease won, here’s the Masque of the Red Death !