So Shall the Masquerade Ends...

Dance, my love, dance till the music stops...
When we stop, never look back...

Fidelity is no more and around its carcass we dance...
Bathed in blood, crimson red, sparkling ruby color that stains our white robe...
The sword that lays next to it is glowing silver...
Dance, o' my lovely, dance till the music stops,
When we stop, never look back...

Why cry over something that never exists?
So shall the masquerade ends,
So shall the dance halt,
So shall the dreams perish...