Spectral look in your eyes you caress my skin Everyone in disguise to hide from the sin Go on! inhibitions all gone In the hope of carnal fruition we swan In the hall of the masquerade ball We're finally free 'cause of the mask and the shawl Like phantoms we dance on and on Fed upon a desire with no conditions Time to doff your attire, wear the mask and release de fire That's been smothered by the rules made up by charlatans and fools Time to doff your attire, join the ball and the truth will transpire About the over-ruling bent and why there's no need to repent Mesmerizing music plays on and takes us higher Hectic trance-like state of mind is what we'll acquire Enthralled in a cobweb of passion Reaching for the top as we spin Among myriad bodies that fashion New forms of the original sin