作词 : 金石开
作曲 : HEXFIRE
The redness and horror is his bloody symbol.
Sharp pain, sudden dizziness bleeding at the pores.
I saw them fell in pools of blood at a distance.
And then, they pass away rapidly.

I follow the nobleman to enter the castellated abbeys.
A strong and lofty wall girdled in it.
When the pestilence ranged furiously abroad.
But It seems no redness here!

We escape, it’s such a shelter.
Gates of iron was welded up.
Prince Prospero had provided all for pleasure.
The days we lived ware luxurious.

We embraced the wine.
Slept with the delicacies.
It was even a voluptuous scene.
That was a masquerade to celebrate our survival.

There were arabesque figure, with unsuited limbs.
There were delirious fancies, like madman fashion.

There were seven - an imperial suit.
There was a sharp turn.
at every twenty or thirty yards.
Windows of stained glass whose color varied.
In accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations.

A room in black.
The effect of fire-light steamed upon the dark hanging.
The gigantic clock of ebony was tooling.
Something evil was getting closer!

We were all whispering the stranger we found.
His figure was tall and gaunt.
Shrouded by the ugly shroud from grave.
The mask concealed his visage is like stiffened corpse.

His face was besprinkledwith the scarlet horror.
Everyone was gasping in unutterable panic.
What’s inside his corpse–like mask?
Untenanted by any tangible form.

There were arabesque figure, with unsuited limbs.
There were delirious fancies, like madman fashion.