Masquerade of the Gunslingers Songtext
von Wayfarer

Decadent, nearly divine
Their shadows dance like velvet moonlight

In the mezzanine above, they applaud
Transfixed by the dancers, silently awed
The sterling attraction - the ballet of the gun
Murder in cold blood, as art in motion

Masquerade! They rise and they fall
A pirouette, in the cadence of song

One mask falls down, another appears


It′s not what they see (Not what they see)
It is what they believe (What they believe)
It is there, at the crux of their judgement
Fantasy becomes the desire

The tragic poem ends as it begun
And the men in the masks in death will live on

Awash in gold and velvet, with wandering eyes
You feel it burning within you, you're paralyzed
Please take my hand, and step into the night

The great Dionysian facade
Is held upon our backs

The callous belief in blood elegant
Perpetuating from fathers to sons
Spiraling down
Spiraling down
Spiraling down the grand halls of the dream