Behind the Lurid Mask Lyrics

Secured within their refuge in fear of autumns past
when death itself roamed this night behind a lurid mask
manifesting superstitions, forging gruesome scenes
it was veiled once more by darkness as the peace was broke by pleads

confined are only believers, the others stand their fright
disguised with crafted costumes, the traditions revive tonight

Chorus
the moon lights the horizon, as the day has come to past
death's angel may awake this night, with no warning of its lash
dressed in squalid clothing, blinding with deceit
it will strike again in vengeance for the nature of this beast
no showing of its facets, ambiguous to the eye
its form as a frame of man, pacing to his mark
amidst daunting settings, its essence embraced
deceived are only those mirroring this sacred rite

Echoed shrieks of joyous fear, resonate through the air
obscuring the sound of caution, without menace to it's plight

the observance mauled by zealots, no heeding of their call
unmasked in their fury, sanctioning bigotry

Chorus
the moon lights the horizon, as the day has come to past
death's angel may awake this night, with no warning of its lash
dressed in modern clothing, blinding with routine
it will strike again in vengeance for the nature of this beast
showing all its facets, regular to the eye
it's form as a frame of man, pacing to his mark
amidst daunting settings, its essence embraced
victim are only those mirroring this sacred rite

there they stood divided, subdued by fallacy
in an omniscient shadow, where death prevailed once more
behind a lurid mask