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The lyrics of this song are based on a short story by Edgar Allan Poe, “The Masque of the Red Death.”
In the story, a deadly plague has struck the nearby land, but a prince locks himself into his castle with other nobles like himself to avoid being affected by it. The nobles hold a masquerade ball...
Entertain the hope that somehow you'll escape me
Weld the bolts and close the iron gate
Drink deeply the illusion of your safety
My, how wishful thoughts inebriate
Masquerade and revel in your opulence
Writhe unfettered by your stabs at ignorance
Swim through hues and whispered tones of heresy
A dozen strokes to run your blood cold enough to believe
Remember me?
You look so surprised to see me here
With hell's black wings did I o'er-perch these walls
For stony limits cannot hold me out
And now you all die
The Red Death was written by Dustin Kensrue & Teppei Teranishi & Eddie Breckenridge & Riley Breckenridge.
The Red Death was produced by Brian McTernan.
Thrice released The Red Death on Tue Feb 05 2002.