The bent forms on the wall Were waning The shadows dance in front of him Waking the moth A masquerade of twisted light Unveiled A sleight of hand of the rugged puppet master Uncloaked Still holding on Beckoned by the tethered moth To lift the shroud of silken cloth He stared through the shadows At the room inside the moon up above him He dreamed of what could be Beyond the black wall in front of him He flew through the ether To the dim lunar room up above him He freed his demons from the Silken chains A masquerade of shadows Uncovered A serenade of a tethered moth Untainted Beckoned by the tethered moth To lift the shroud of silken cloth A masquerade of shadows Uncovered A serenade of a tethered moth Untainted