Come one, come all eager to be

Inside the prosperous sanctuary

Come with us, for we all must hide

Disregard all the others who died

Pestilence so fatal and dire

Bodies burning in the funeral pyre

Blood is its avatar and its seal

The masque of the death is soon to be revealed

Round, they spin in revelry and jest

Blissfully unaware of what awaits them in the dark

Be swayed by the music

(strike the hour and the world will never see you again)

One by one, they submit to masquerade

Sleeping safe in ignorance

(strike the hour and the world will never see you again)

Bleeding face in the deathly masquerade, the masquerade

Seven chambers dressed in tone

No one dares tread the last one alone

The clock chimes for their discontent

Unsettled in the masquerade jest

Come one, come all, we're starting the ball

But who is that stranger there in the hall?

Cloak of black and face is red

Imitation of victim to the red death

He passes through, parting the crowds, he stalks

As the midnight bell begins to sound, he walks

Heading for the room with scarlet glass

The prince follows as the revelers pass

Pull back the rotted hood to see

The stranger is the disease

The bodies falling one by one

And all are dead before the sun

With one last gasping, dying breath

You can't escape the red death