Venezia Dismal — Novembre

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