Spectral Look In Your Eyes You Caress My Skin

Everyone In Disguise To Hide From The Sin

Go On! Inhibitions All Gone

In The Hope Of Carnal Fruition We Swan

In The Hall Of The Masquerade Ball

We're Finally Free 'cause Of The Mask And The Shawl



Like Phantoms We Dance On And On

Fed Upon A Desire With No Conditions



Time To Doff Your Attire, Wear The Mask And Release De Fire

That's Been Smothered By The Rules Made Up By Charlatans And Fools



Time To Doff Your Attire, Join The Ball And The Truth Will Transpire

About The Over-ruling Bent And Why There's No Need To Repent



Mesmerizing Music Plays On And Takes Us Higher

Hectic Trance-like State Of Mind Is What We'll Acquire



Enthralled In A Cobweb Of Passion

Reaching For The Top As We Spin



Among Myriad Bodies That Fashion

New Forms Of The Original Sin