| The bells chant out at midnight to invite the guest of doom
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| Inaugurates the dark between the walls of the seventh room
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| The outside was kept unbidden to escape their sickened breath
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| Now in the ballroom of prosperous stands the plague behind the mask of death
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| The unknown guest moves westward
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| Through each and every room
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| Its disguise pictures a victim
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| Of its own rampaging gloom
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| The hall is saturated
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| With ominous ambience
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| The masquerade turns silent
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| In the presence of the face of Death
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| The gates now are sealed
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| To escape their sickened breath
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| Finally you will stand
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| To face the mask of red death |