Act I.
Tuxedos and gowns find their places
But the program gives no warning
The lights go dim, the play begins
The stage is the violet light of morning
In Carcosa
The sun bleeds in the East
The Hyades sing their dying throes
The stars rise to claim their prize
The Queen’s sad song still echoes
In Carcosa
Songs of sorrow, songs of pain
Masked and robed and disguised
All hope has fled the Queen in Red
Her Fate still unrecognized
In Carcosa
The Queen grows weary of wordy games
Her daughter dances delusioned
Her son sings her songs, but her heart belongs
Away from the mists and illusions
Of Carcosa
The audience shifts uncertain
What is rhyme and what is reason
Uneasy in their seats, deceptions and deceits
They begin to suspect a treason
In Carcosa
At midnight a stranger calls
The Palid Mask, the perfect disguise
O King in tatters, the clock is shattered
He turns to us with his awful eyes…
Act II.
I am the last and terrible King
Have you found the Yellow Sign?
(Yhtill! Yhtill! Yhtill!)
And this is the wisdom that I bring
Have you found the Yellow Sign?
(Yhtill! Yhtill! Yhtill!)
The Phantom of Truth dispels
Have you found the Yellow Sign?
(Yhtill! Yhtill! Yhtill!)
All the Heavens and all the Hells
Have you found the Yellow Sign?
(Yhtill! Yhtill! Yhtill!)
Peel away the mask, the pale facade
Have you found the Yellow Sign?
(Yhtill! Yhtill! Yhtill!)
And fall into the hands of your living god
Have you found the Yellow Sign?
(Yhtill! Yhtill! Yhtill!)