Song: Masquerade.

[cadhla]

Slick your feathers down, my dear,
They will not do at all.
They say that we're not welcome here,
No tricksters at the ball.

Forgive them for their little words;
They know not what they say.
This masquerade is for the birds.
Now put your wings away.

Tuck your talons into toes
And slip your slippers on.
Put on your finest dancing clothes --
The masks come off at dawn.

Forgive them for their little rules;
They know not what they do.
This masquerade is for the fools,
And that means me and you.

It's a darling bit of devilry,
        We'll pirouette and turn,
        Concealed within their revelry --
        They have so much to learn!
        And on the day you spread your wings
        And fly out of your tower,
        They'll marvel at how cleverly
        The raven hid her power.

I've played this game a thousand times,
I've let my hair hang down;
There's always some brave prince who climbs
To be the sacred clown.

Forgive them for their little dreams;
They know not what they ask.
This masquerade was made for schemes,
And we're up to the task.

Come on come on the carriage waits,
It's time that we begun.
You'll show a charming prince his fate
Before your dancing's done.

Forgive them for their little lies;
They know not what we are.
They cannot see how legend dies
Without the chance to scar.

It's a darling bit of devilry,
        We'll pirouette and turn,
        Concealed within their revelry --
        They have so much to learn!
        And on the day you spread your wings
        And fly out of your tower,
        They'll marvel at how cleverly
        The raven hid her power.

And on the day you spread your wings
And fly out of your tower,
They'll marvel at how cleverly
The raven hid her power.