Through The Pale Door

Welcome my dear please take my hand It's wonderful here it's really quite grand
The moment still, await the hour The Masquerade for Time's dead flowersDancing and reeling We move beneath shadows We've hung from the ceiling
All memory receding Take leave of reason In step with the bleedingChapter & Verse the lyric takes flight Red is the day as red is the night
The hours pass, the years expire The dance goes on, we spin on fireLaughing and screaming A wide-awake nightmare Diseased and believing
In mourning-deceiving Ever in motion and ever in grievingWelcome my dear please take my hand It's wonderful here it's really quite grandShadows now descending To join in the Madness The song never-ending
Wounds never mending Wretched in countenance The fear now transcending