The redness and horror is his bloody symbol.
Sharp pain, sudden dizziness bleeding at the pores
I saw them fell in pools of blood at a distance
And then, they pass away rapidly
I follow the nobleman to enter
the castellated abbeys
A strong and lofty wall girdled in it
When the pestilence ranged furiously abroad
But It seems no redness here
We escape, it’s such a shelter
Gates of iron was welded up
Prince Prospero had provided all for pleasure
The days we lived ware luxurious
We embraced the wine
Slept with the delicacies
It was even a voluptuous scene
That was a masquerade to celebrate our survival
There were arabesque figure
with unsuited limbs
There were delirious fancies
like madman fashion.
There were seven - an imperial suit
There was a sharp turn
at every twenty or thirty yards
Windows of stained glass whose color varied
In accordance with the prevailing
hue of the decorations
A room in black
The effect of fire-light
steamed upon the dark hanging
The gigantic clock of ebony was tooling
Something evil was getting closer!
We were all whispering the stranger we found
His figure was tall and gaunt
Shrouded by the ugly shroud from grave
The mask concealed his visage
is like stiffened corpse
His face was besprinkledwith the scarlet horror
Everyone was gasping in unutterable panic
What’s inside his corpse–like mask?
Untenanted by any tangible form
There were arabesque figure
with unsuited limbs
There were delirious fancies
like madman fashion
supported by 4 fans who also own “The Masque of the Red Death”
Rupture markets itself as a raw brand of death/thrash from southern China, but there's something more unique here-- guitar solos interlaid over riffs and grind-like interludes create some fancy song structures. SINOMITE