Lost in the misty suburbs of some northern city Sea-bide twist in style A weathercup in the roof Ivory creeping on the wall Heavily closed doors and shutters reveal that no-one leaves there
And the rain falls On the crumbling roof And the wind blows And if you look carefully, In the mirror you will see Dressed like in the past The lady with the mask
I remembered the old man And the story he told me About the tragic ending of a young lady During the fancy dressball Everyone had a mask A spirit according to this Was still haunting the house
And the dust falls In the silent rooms And the wind blows On the empty house The empty house On the empty house The empty house The empty house
And if you look carefully, In the mirror you will see Dressed like in the past The lady with the mask