The theatricons now arise
Harlequins are guests of honour (and mages!)
And Lo! What a dreadful masquerade
Such a ball of honoured horror
Remains to be beheld by eyes of blood
(and, surely, satyrical mud)

The masques are never ornaments without stamped fear
The perfect guise of hideous lust as seen through the mirrors´ flood
As vanity`s Buffoon swings in jests through the great-hall
Hoaxing all in awe and leaving awe in All!

The clinging serenade in shimmering aeons scripted
Draped in irony and sarcasm and true melodrama
All hail the voluptuous chimes of mockery
As the masques once again unfold
Forcing the purest glances to withdraw in manner bold

Chorus:

In Siglo XVIII, witness this operetta unveil
Like some mad custom of unshamed, untamed pride
A twisted vision of a moribund lunatic
Behold as the wicked theatre unfolds!

(Now hear the charming cornets
growling within the palace´s catacombs)

Witches and the mahogany lions
Naïve prey and deadly hunter in fancy
To and fro, the dance exhales in a reverie of rapture
With every loathsome character not seen hitherto

Cobras and diverse reptiles of peril
Have ye seen the mammoth´s hecatomb?
Let us hope this fest endeth not hereupon
´fore the bleeding ideals of Old

What majesty, such ostensible dread…
What mirth, except for the lunatic´s head
Yes…but when all masques have elapsed
The crown of sterility shalt rise, unfettered

"In this Splendourous masquerade
upon which an ensemble of curtains fall
Spectres melt in their façade
(mere) merging canvas on the wall"