Masked for Death
Faerghail Lyrics


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Skin so cold as the october sun
A murderess veiled in black
Her dance like the flaring flames
Once enchanted me with her embrace
Forevermore and never to fade
Her quest to burn in a fiery shade
She was the spawn of evil within
With divine grace a martyr of sin

See that silhuette where the towers aloft tall
See her there where horizons' fall
No tears shall be shed for her death
For to the memory of those dreams we shared
And when the autumn reaped near
Her gardens bloomed in a crystal flare
How shall weep the ones of little faith
They shall feel the wrath of my deathmask's hate

Only nighttime cold grant her life
Benighted the days for the devil's bride
Her beauty in death never unseen
Hollow illusions of before been

See that silhouette where the towers aloft tall
See her there where horizons' fall
No tears shall be shed for her death
For to the memory of those dreams we shared
And when the autumn reaped near
Her gardens bloomed in a crystal flare
How shall weep the ones of little faith
They shall feel the wrath of my deathmask's hate

In oblivion I crave for my torchlit shadow
The last torment for this grieving world below
Gone forever flown away with the ravens
Crushed the inner rose by fear and anger

Skin so could as the october sun
A murderess veiled in black
Her dance like the flaring flames
Once enchanted me with her embrace
Forevermore and never to fade
Her quest to burn in a fiery shade
She was the spawn of evil within
With divine grace a martyr of sin

See that silhuette where the towers aloft tall
See her there where horizons' fall
No tears shall be shed for her death
For to the memory of those dreams we shared
And when the autumn reaped near




Her gardens bloomed in a crystal flare
How shall weep the ones of little faith...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Faerghail's song "Masked for Death" depict the story of a mysterious and sinister woman, who is shrouded in black and has a chilling presence. Her skin is as cold as the October sun, and she appears as a murderess who has enchanted the singer with her fiery and alluring dance. The woman is described as the spawn of evil, burning with a quest to achieve a fiery shade. Despite her wickedness, the singer mourns her death, remembering the dreams they shared, as her gardens bloomed in a crystal flare when autumn reaped near.


The woman is also referred to as the devil's bride, and her beauty in death is never unseen, as hollow illusions of before been. Although no tears are shed for her death, the ones of little faith shall feel the wrath of the singer's deathmask's hate. Their inner rose is crushed by fear and anger. The persona yearns for his torchlit shadow, which is gone forever, flown away with the ravens.


The lyrics of the song evoke a sense of mystery, darkness, and enchantment. The woman represents a complex character, who is both alluring and wicked. The singer's conflicting emotions towards her and his acceptance of her death add a layer of complexity to the song's character's portrayal. The lines "She was the spawn of evil within, with divine grace a martyr of sin" are particularly insightful, suggesting that the woman is aware of her wickedness but is helpless to change it.


Line by Line Meaning

Skin so cold as the october sun
Her appearance was chilling and ominous, like the shadows cast in October by the dying sun.


A murderess veiled in black
She wore black attire in a way that concealed her identity, like a killer hiding from the law.


Her dance like the flaring flames
Her movements were fiery and captivating, like a luscious flame that flickers wildly in the wind.


Once enchanted me with her embrace
At one point, her embrace was alluring and entrancing, almost hypnotizing me in a spell-like manner.


Forevermore and never to fade
Her presence and legacy would remain immortal, never to fade into the depths of history.


Her quest to burn in a fiery shade
She sought to be consumed by flames, to burn away into ashes and embers.


She was the spawn of evil within
She was born of inner darkness, the embodiment of malevolent forces that lurk behind the veil of morality.


With divine grace a martyr of sin
Despite the evil within her, her suffering and demise would be met with divine mercy- a tragic martyr of the darker forces in play.


See that silhouette where the towers aloft tall
Observe her figure as it looms over the world- tall as the high-rising towers in the distance.


See her there where horizons' fall
Witness her presence as it dwindles into the horizon, like a sunset marking the end of an era.


No tears shall be shed for her death
Her death will be met without sadness or regret, as she had given reason to dread and despise her actions.


For to the memory of those dreams we shared
Memories of the past- particularly ones filled with desire- hold little weight in the face of her heinous deeds.


And when the autumn reaped near
As autumn approached, and the world outside grew more somber and pensive,


Her gardens bloomed in a crystal flare
The memories of her former beauty and glory would resurface, almost shrouded in a veil of crystalline radiance.


How shall weep the ones of little faith
Those faithless and unenlightened will suffer the wrath of her unyielding, unforgiving rage.


They shall feel the wrath of my deathmask's hate
Her hatred and desire for vengeance will be enacted upon those who opposed or betrayed her, cloaked in her deathmask of vengeance.


Only nighttime cold grant her life
Her dark, evil essence is nourished by the cold embrace of night, hinting at a vampiric entity of sorts.


Benighted the days for the devil's bride
The light of day, and all that is holy and pure, is obscured and overshadowed by her devilish influence- hinting at some Faustian bargain or pact with the forces of darkness.


Her beauty in death never unseen
Even as she passed away, her beauty and allure never faded, further complicating the already distorted and chaotic world around her.


Hollow illusions of before been
The memories of her former glory would be throttled by the realization that they were nothing but illusory promises and hollow promises- leaving behind only emptiness and heartache.


In oblivion I crave for my torchlit shadow
Faced with her own demise, she begins to embrace her own obscurity and irrelevance, longing for a torch to guide her through the darkness.


The last torment for this grieving world below
Her final moments of life would no doubt torment and shock the world around her, casting a veil of darkness and despair upon all who were unfortunate enough to bear witness.


Gone forever flown away with the ravens
Her essence and spirit fades into the mist, taking flight with the ravens towards the horizon, never to return again.


Crushed the inner rose by fear and anger
Her own inner beauty was destroyed by the fear and anger that dominated her life, leaving only malice and bitterness in its place.




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