The Poisoners Waltz (Round and round remix)

Welcome to the most dangerous ball of the season. In a room of masks, mirrors and violet wine, every guest is invited to choose a glass — and every glass tastes like truth. The hostess has arranged her bottles with exquisite care: pride for a duke, deceit for a priest, jealousy for the beautiful, betrayal for anyone who has earned it. She never forces a hand. Her guests drink exactly what they choose. But this is no ordinary toast. Beneath the velvet, the mirrors remember everything. One drop brings sorrow. Two bring sleep. Three reveal the secret you swore would stay buried. So take her hand. Turn slowly. Don’t make a sound. The Poisoner’s Waltz is a dark cabaret fantasy where every sin deserves a toast… and one last glass waits, untouched, at the end of the night... it may reveal the greatest truth of all ! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LYRICS I keep my bottles in a row, Each bears a name in ink below. Pride for the duke, deceit for the priest, One for the beauty who married the beast. Jealousy sleeps in number nine. Betrayal ages well with wine. Choose any glass. They all taste like truth. Raise your glass and hold it close. Every sin deserves a toast. One drop for sorrow, Two drops for sleep, Three for the promise You never could keep. Turn with me slowly. Don’t make a sound. The Poisoner’s Waltz Goes round and round. Silken coats and powdered faces, Every guest knows their places. I never force a willing hand. They drink exactly what they planned. A little truth beneath the tongue Reveals what every liar has done. Raise your glass and hold it close. Tonight, we drink to perfect hosts. One drop for sorrow, Two drops for sleep, Three for the promise You never could keep. Turn with me slowly. Don’t make a sound. The Poisoner’s Waltz Goes round and round. A measure of vanity. A trace of deceit. A memory reheated. Revenge served sweet. Stir it with regret. Garnish with shame. Then seal every bottle With a lover’s name. One drop for sorrow, Two drops for sleep, Three for the secret We promised to keep. Turn with me slowly. The room’s spinning round. The Poisoner’s Waltz Will never slow down. But one glass remains. Untouched. Unclaimed. And written beneath it… My name. To the only heart I could never deceive. One drop for sorrow, Two drops for sleep, Three for the secret We promised to keep. Turn with me slowly. The room’s spinning round. The Poisoner’s Waltz Will never slow down. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Subscribe to Electric Dark Cabaret for original musical stories where gothic theatre, dark classical music, electronic sound and cabaret collide. #ThePoisonersWaltz, #DarkCabaret, #GothicWaltz, #DarkFantasy, #MaskedBall, #VillainSong, #CinematicMusic, #OriginalSong, #AIMusic, #DarkPop