• The masquerade is here to stay 
    For as they hide their pure dismay 
    And go about life day by day 
    They watch their brothers laugh and play  

    With dancing colors gold and red 
    You never see a hint of dread 
    In search for their own daily bread 
    They wish for God to cleave their head  

    And I, my friends, in all you see, 
    Whose standing here in front of thee 
    Who share with you this dark story 
    Admit I, too, wear a masque of glee.