Lost in the misty suburbs of some northern city
Sea-bide twist in style
weathercup in the roof
Ivory creeping on the wall
 Heavily closed doors and shutters
 reveal that no-one leaves there

 And the rain falls
 On the [bad word] roof
 And the wind blows
 And if you look carefully,
 In the mirror you will see
 Dressed like in the past
 The lady with the mask

 I remembered the old man
 And the story he told me
 About the tragic ending of a young lady
 During the fancy dressball
 Everyone had a mask
spirit according to this
Was still haunting the house

And the dust falls
 In the silent rooms
 And the wind blows
 On the empty house
 The empty house
 On the empty house
 The empty house
 The empty house

 And if you look carefully,
 In the mirror you will see
 Dressed like in the past
 The lady with the mask

 The empty house (x3)
 In the empty house