Through the Pale Door
(William Faith / Monica Richards)
Welcome my dear please take my hand It's wonderful here it's really quite grand
The moment still, await the hour The Masquerade for Time's dead flowers
Dancing and reeling We move beneath shadows We've hung from the ceiling
All memory receding Take leave of reason In step with the bleeding
Chapter & Verse the lyric takes flight Red is the day as red is the night
The hours pass, the years expire The dance goes on, we spin on fire
Laughing and screaming A wide-awake nightmare Diseased and believing
In mourning-deceiving Ever in motion and ever in grieving
Welcome my dear please take my hand It's wonderful here it's really quite grand
Shadows now descending To join in the Madness The song never-ending
Wounds never mending Wretched in countenance The fear now transcending
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