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