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 light
As the gondola sails high
by the wake of milky way
a romantic tune we cry
ina 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 marry confetti dance
is nothing but our icy tears from beyond our skyclad masks
skyclad masks, or starclad, infinite-clad
A venetian oldmen sighs
Reeling to the canal bench
when the season tide is night
Then december leaves fall dry
upon this melancholic place
some romantic tune we cry