Texty: Axel Rudi Pell. The Masquerade Ball.

See the Sun over the rainbow
And the rain comes falling down
Holy nights, the spirit of the temple
They appeared to take the crown

Evil shadows were passing through the air
No one knows if he is there

The bell strikes midnight, the mist begins to rise
The master's calling your name
Soul to soul, the last light of eternity
Lost fools for the game

Winged assassin with power and his grace
The evil force arisen from the grave

It's the Masquerade Ball
See the wizard fly
There is no tomorrow
On the other side