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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] made up by charlatans and fools
Time to doff your attire, join the ball and the [bad word] will transpire
About the [bad word] 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