Beneath the mask of smiles and laughter

Where everyone lives ever-after

Happily; where birds do sing, and sun does shine

And people dance where the world is fine.

But beneath this mask, the world is cold

A tale of pain and hurt unfolds

Of shadowed lands, of mist and fire

Where fallen angels haunt the spires -

The Tower of Death, of darkness black

Calling the shadows to attack

The tortured minds of whimpering folk

Whose innocence goes up in smoke...

The Halls echo with callous laughter

And toast to suffering hereafter.

Yet on the outside, birds still sing

Welcoming the coming spring

The Dawn of joyfulness and hope

... through silent suffering I cope

Beneath the mask of smiles and laughter...

The Darkness dwelleth, ever-after.