Venezia Dismal

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
 in a 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