Belladonna Melodrama Songtext
von Charming Disaster

Out my window, in the alley
There′s a figure dressed in black
On the nightstand lies a pistol
And a letter sealed in wax

Isabella, please indulge me
Rouse your self and fetch your things
Alexander, is he watching?
Oh my darling let's set sail tonight

Under cover of the darkness
Now or never get the horses
Meet the captain at the tavern
He′s a drunkard, can we trust him?

I remember when my father
In convulsions on his deathbed
Pulled me closer, in a whisper
Made me promise to avenge him


Was it sickness? Was it madness?
Some disease that wracked his frame?
Deadly poison from a dagger
While defending his good name

My god, could it be those very forces
That are seeking our destruction
Did he tell you any secrets?
I have followed his instructions

We are pawns in a game
Of some deep dark design
Pieces in play
But the board is on fire
Whose will is at work
In this sinister plan
Are we moved in the dark
By mysterious hands?

Waves are whipping, ship is tossing
I can barely hear you speak
Is the letter safely hidden?
Would it be safer with me?


Isabella, don't be frightened
We have left them in the distance
We have proof that will destroy them
Me and you the only witness

Is that a shadow or the shape of
Someone swimming in the water?
Were we followed? Doesn't matter
Soon we′ll be across the channel

We have parts in a play
Of some deep dark design
Thrust on the stage
But the boards are on fire
Caught in the plot
Of a sinister plan
Are we marionettes
In mysterious hands?

Crack of lightning splits the darkness
Deck is listing hard to starboard
Ship is sinking, where′s the captain?
In the lifeboat, we're abandoned

For the last time, Alexander
Isabella, please unhand me
I must have that cursed letter
Do you think I knew no better?

You will never see that message
Then you′ll die here to protect it
Mind the pistol
Is it loaded?
Let it go now hand it over

Alexander, I am dying
As my life blood flows from me
Isabella, will you tell me
Who directs your treacherous deeds

Oh my darling, ere I perish
Please believe I loved you truly
Was it Masons? Rosicrucians?
Jesuits? Illuminati?

Unseen powers in the shadows
Never named but in a whisper
Trade the secret for one last kiss...
Belladonna on your lipstick

We are trapped in a maze
Of some deep dark design
Seeking escape
But the walls are on fire
Who is to blame
For this sinister plan?
The Society of
The Mysterious Hand