"If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend
I will yield this witch to thee
If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me
O'er lengthening scars of age and grief"
Black windows are paint/
I scratch with my nails/
I see others just like me/
Why do they not try to
escape?
Camilla: You, sir, should
unmask.
Stranger: Indeed?
Cassilda: Indeed, it's
time. We have all laid
aside disguise but you.
Stranger: I wear no mask.
Camilla: (Terrified, aside
to Cassilda.) No mask? No
mask!
I am the serpent within your mind, follow me into the dark. See what's behind the black veil of mind.