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