The Masquerade of Ghosts

The Masquerade of Ghosts

（亡魂的假面舞会）

lyricist：Sun Húnpò

The gilded cage is open, yet the bird refuses flight

We wander through the corridors of this eternal night

You carved your name in marble, then you shattered every stone

Leaving me a monarch on a crumbling, lonely throne

I traced the constellations in the dust upon the floor

Searching for a meaning to the locking of the door

The silence is a heavy cloak, a velvet, suffocating shroud

A requiem for the laughter that was once so loud

I wore the mask of porcelain to hide the weeping soul

A fractured work of art that no one could make whole

You asked for water from a well that had run dry and deep

A promise is a heavy debt that shadows cannot keep

I spun a web of silver threads, a labyrinth of lies

To catch the fleeting moment before the truth could rise

The reflection in the mirror shows a stranger in my skin

A hollow victory for the battles that we did not win

The clockwork of our destiny has rusted into stillness

A monument to vanity, a testament to willfulness

We stand upon the precipice of all we destroyed

Two ghosts haunting a house that has been voided

It was a grand illusion, a theatrical deceit

A symphony of sorrow where the dissonance is sweet

I offered you the kingdom, but you burned it to the ground

I offered you the silence, but you hated the sound

Now the curtain falls on nothing, the stage is bare and cold

A story of a 骗局 （trickery ）that is ancient, yet untold

We are the architects of ruin, the kings of ash and bone

Reaping all the misery that we have surely sown

I saw the serpent coiling in the garden of your grace

A venomous affection that time could not erase

I drank the wine of forgetfulness, I danced upon the knife

Trading in the substance for the shadow of a life

The winter came too early, with a frost so sharp and keen

It severed all the connections that we had ever seen

I sought a savior in the dark, a god within the grime

But found only a mirror of my own forgotten crime

You built a wall of ivory to keep the world at bay

But let the cold indifference seep into the day

I am the echo of a scream that vanished in the air

A phantom of a memory that isn't even there

Tell me, was it pleasure? Was it power? Was it sport?

To tear the fabric of the soul and leave it torn and short!

It was survival! It was fear! It was the need to breathe!

To weave a tapestry of pain that you would not perceive!

You are a surgeon of the heart, cutting without care!

You are the void that swallowed every single whispered prayer!

The masquerade is over, the paint begins to crack

There is no way forward, and there is no turning back

The fire consumes the puppet, the strings are turning gray

We are the casualties of the games we used to play!

It was a grand illusion, a theatrical deceit

A symphony of sorrow where the dissonance is sweet

I offered you the kingdom, but you burned it to the ground

I offered you the silence, but you hated the sound

Now the curtain falls on nothing, the stage is bare and cold

A story of a 骗局（ trickery ）that is ancient, yet untold

We are the architects of ruin, the kings of ash and bone

Reaping all the misery that we have surely sown

The velvet curtain falls...

The silence takes the stage...

We are the authors of this pain, the prisoners of the cage.

Just a骗局...

Just a lie...

Goodbye.

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