Lost in the misty suburbs of some northern city
Sea tide twists in style
It was reopened in the twenties(?)
A weathercork on the roof
Ivory creeping on the wall
Heavily closed doors and shutters
Reveal that no one lives there
And the rain falls
On the crumbling 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
A 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

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