[I. Red Death]

It was a time when life was short

Long devastated was the land

Never had there ever been

A more fatal plague against all man

Pungent pain, sudden faintness

Your energy begins to fade

As you stand there somewhat daunted

You know 'Red Death' is on it's way

Blood, blood, blood and more blood

Profuse bleeding at the pores

You watch your blood slowly sizzle

As your flesh dissolves some more

Screams of anguish, blood still flowing

Pollutes the ground a rotten red

Your time has come, you must meet your maker

As you slip into the valley of the shadow of death



[II. The Prince's Master Plan]

All men feared this great disaster

But the valiant Prince had the only answer

For his majesty and his chosen ones

The inception of new life would free them of contagion

Magnificent it was this structure of seclusion

Surrounded by these walls so massive yet elusive

The gates were welded shut impervious to those forsaken

Never letting go of the souls that were taken

There was beauty, there was wine

Ambrosia and sweet nectar

Flowing from within

All appliances of pleasure

Inside the Master-Plan

Providing noble lunacy

Outside the palace gates

'Red Death' just sits and waits for you



[Narration:]

It was toward the close of the fifth or

sixth month of his seclusion, and while the

pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that

the Prince Prospreo entertained his thousand

friends at a masked ball of the most unusual

magnificence... Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849)



[III. The Masquerade including the Twelfth Hour and Return of the Red Death]

Bizzare it was seven chambers

Held this jubilee except for one

It stood alone, the western wing-a