As Midnight ApproachesWe enter the grim yet beautiful door,Joining in the solemn merrymaking,And I step into the hall after you,We see the ball that is waking.Black dresses, Red roses, Pale skin,We join into the ball within.Dancing,Bowing,Grim faces gaunt and thin,We join into the ball within.I take your hand,We do not fear,We do not run away,For we are here.I kiss your pale cheek,You smile at me, We await the last dance,Standing silently.The crying of the violins,The organ projecting its haunting moans,Played by the orchestra unseen,Midst voices of whispers and groans.I hold your hand tighter, darling,Do not fear,