The Mask

The Mask
The red death is devostating
The country for already many years
The blood was it's the arms of flag
And seal-crimson of the blood!

But the prince was previously gay
The fear didn't steal his heart
The mind didn't lose sharpness
The pain didn't draw no one step

When his owness became without people
He called to himself thousands of serrents
And together with them tightly closed
In his strengthing castle

On the fifth day of his life in the castle
He gathered all of them on the masquerade
It was real bacchanalia
Everybody was singing and dancing

The red death
The red death capture of the earth
The red death
The red death. The mask of red death

In the mindnight when the clock has rung
A new mask appered on the masquerade
The guest was meagre and maffled in the shroud
The streaks of the corpse were on it's fase

No nobody has already doubted
That its the red death
One aftern another the people were falling
In the halls splashed by the blood

All proples perished in thise poses
In which the death had overtocken them
Darkness, Destruction and Eternal Silence
Fell silensl'y above all this