The Masque of the Red Death Lyrics

Across the countryside
Comes an evil tide
A scarlet death, a final breath
To claim many lives

The Prince of Fools, with all his tools
And many rooms to escape death
A thousand names and all of fame
And who's to blame the deadly jest

As the pendulum tolled
With a heavy sound time ticked away
To count down the last second
Of the final day

In the silence the strong
Would grow weaker, the masquerader
Of death he does speak
Mockery from the grave

The Prince of Fools, with all his tools
And many rooms to escape death
A thousand names and all of fame
And who's to blame the deadly jest

The terror grows all around
Unwelcome guest now is found
The prince's shout of rage is heard
But no one utters a single word
The worse fear of all is found
The Red Death now abounds
To claim the lives of all entombed
Thief in the night, life is consumed