Silent Masquerade lyrics

“All that glisters is not gold—

Often have you heard that told.

Many a man his life hath sold

But my outside to behold.

Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

Had you been as wise as bold,

Young in limbs, in judgment old,

Your answer had not been inscrolled.

Fare you well. Your suit is cold—

Cold, indeed, and labor lost.”

Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!"

(The Merchant Of Venice - Act II, scene 7)

Red arises in the sky of Sunday morning

Washing the face of the mountain by the sea

I am the present without knowledge, without warning

The child in me will never cease to be

Is not the future we see, endless daze of fantasies

The ocean whispering me time really doesn't exist

Now I'm drifting away, imprisoned by our memories

Love was just a word until you gave it meaning

Go on and find the prince of crime

Temptation keeps you satisfied

Distort your sight I suffocate

In your silent masquerade

Leave me as victim of your lies

Salvation cannot help you hide

Won't hear me cry I suffocate

In your silent masquerade

No one can tell the games that we play will last forever

No matter we tried, we never got a chance

Go on and find the prince of crime

Temptation keeps you satisfied

Distort your sight I suffocate

In your silent masquerade

Leave me as victim of your lies

Salvation cannot help you hide

Won't hear me cry I suffocate

In your silent masquerade

Go on and find the prince of crime

Temptation keeps you satisfied

Distort your sight I suffocate

In your silent masquerade

Leave me as victim of your lies

Salvation cannot help you hide

Won't hear me cry I suffocate

In your silent masquerade

"There is a tide in the affairs of men

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;

Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

On such a full sea are we now afloat;

And we must take the current when it serves,

Or lose our ventures".

(Julius Caesar - Act IV, scene 3) W. Shakespeare

• Artist:Tarja Turunen
• Album:In the Raw