I wear the mask of skeletal fear,
The glory of man's raiment I wear.
Behind the mask I cry my tear,
My hurts I do never share.

The spirit In the mask does walk,
Around the people gathered there.
Listening carefully to all the talk,
That floats through the happy air.

The hand of death no maiden fears,
As I do take them by the hand.
I'll take them on a dance of years,
Around this hall stately and grand.

They do not see the burning eyes,
That look out through the ghastly mask.
Yet I am one from paradise,
who goes upon my deathly task.

We waltz with majesty and grace,
We float across the open floor.
Your light of Love does light our space,
You open up my own heart's door.

We leave the hall stand on the stair,
You are In the midst of dream.
You remove the mask with gentle care,
Oh My God! your final scream.

What horrors a mask can hide,
Be careful when life's music Is played.
My true face I must always hide,
I must forever Live my Masquerade.