Red Room

In olden times long ago
Palace banners on ramparts flow
The monarch's thoughts, sweet and fair!
His palace stood proudly there
Wanderers through windows saw
Spirits move to well-turned laws
The ruler and the king
The wit and wisdom always sing
In the red room face your doom
In the red room face your doom
But evil things, in robes of sorrow
(Ah, let us mourn! for never morrow
Assalled the monarch's high estate
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home, the glory
Is but a dim-remembered story
That blushed and story bloomed
Of the old time entombed
In the red room
In the red room
And travellers, within that valley
Through red windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody
While, like a ghastly rapid river
A hideous throng rush out for ever
Through the pale door
And laugh no more
And laugh, but smile no more
In the red room just face your doom
In the red room just face your doom