Symbolic
06-11-2003, 17:52
Enigma Carnival
Dancers in the black
Venezia dismal land
Countess dour, faceless in her mask
A duel of silhouettes tonight
A rondo rapture breaks the lights
As the gondola sails high
by the wake of milky way
A romantic tune we cry
in a misty and faded day
As the music leads our eyes
it echoes in cathedrals grey
When December leaves us dry
then the belfry's stuck again
When the magic rain of this merry confetti dance
is nothing but our icy tears from beyond our skyclad masks
skyclad masks, or starclad, infinite-clad
A venetian old men sighs
reeling to the canal bench
when the season tide is nigh
Then December leaves fall dry
upon this melancholic place
Some romantic tune we cry
Dancers in the black
Venezia dismal land
Countess dour, faceless in her mask
A duel of silhouettes tonight
A rondo rapture breaks the lights
As the gondola sails high
by the wake of milky way
A romantic tune we cry
in a misty and faded day
As the music leads our eyes
it echoes in cathedrals grey
When December leaves us dry
then the belfry's stuck again
When the magic rain of this merry confetti dance
is nothing but our icy tears from beyond our skyclad masks
skyclad masks, or starclad, infinite-clad
A venetian old men sighs
reeling to the canal bench
when the season tide is nigh
Then December leaves fall dry
upon this melancholic place
Some romantic tune we cry