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Bloodstained Reveerie “A Toast to Blood” | Official Music Video

Step into a world of elegance and death. “A Toast to Blood” tells the tale of a grand masquerade in 18th-century France—where love, pride, and desire lead noblemen straight into the arms of vampiric hostesses. Behind velvet, beneath lace, the true feast begins. Gothic tales, vampiric elegance and dark music... this is your invitation. 🕯️ No one leaves. No one is saved. 🩸 Raise your glass… à votre santé. © Music & Lyrics by Bloodstained Reveerie. Lyrics: They came by coach, no sender’s name, sealed with wax, and lined in lace. The ink smelled sweet, the script was flame: "Un soir exquis... in a noble place." They smiled and bragged, they’d all attend, a night of charm, a chance to shine. Not one could guess how it would end… With lips on necks instead of wine. Ribbons tied and waistcoats pressed, lace like snow on noble vests. They shaved, perfumed, and took great care to meet the night with powdered flair. Through marble halls the carriages flew, drawn by horses black as rue. The gates were open, candles lit and none could dream the depth of it. Raise your glass, à votre santé, to beauty cold and eyes that slay. A toast to blood, not wine tonight, where velvet hides the vulture’s bite. They smile, they flirt, they gently sway, but none who enter walks away. The feast begins behind the lace. A crimson mask on every face. The hostesses with moonlit skin, laughed behind their violin. No orchestra, no dance, no song, just gazes held a bit too long. They whispered names in silken french, soft as knives that start to clench. "Doucement, mon cher…" she said so low, while leading him where no lights glow. Raise your glass, à votre santé, to beauty cold and eyes that slay. A toast to blood, not wine tonight, where velvet hides the vulture’s bite. They smile, they flirt, they gently sway, but none who enter walks away. The feast begins behind the lace. A crimson mask on every face. Mirrors watched with silver eyes, the chandeliers began to sigh. The fire dimmed, the laughter stalled, and one by one, the men were called. No scream escaped those stately halls, just dripping pearls on marble walls. One tried to run, but stumbled blind, his breath a ghost, his pulse maligned. He fell beneath a painted gaze, her dress still clean, her lips ablaze. "C’est fini," she cooed and drank him dry. A glint of red behind her eye. And as he faded, all he saw was lace and teeth and perfect law. Raise your glass, à votre santé, to beauty crowned in dark ballet. A toast to blood, not wine nor cheer, for death’s the host who waits right here. They came for love, for pride, for thrill. They came, they drank, they paid the bill. The final waltz, without a sound. Now velvet cloaks what can't be found. The moon has set, the house is still. The doors wide open on the hill. No carriage leaves, no voices call, just silence draped on every wall. A toast to blood, the masquerade... where love was served and none were saved. #GothicMusic #VampireAesthetic #DarkMasquerade #BloodstainedReveerie #GothicVisuals #BaroqueHorror #DarkClassical #VampireMasquerade #CinematicMetal #DarkWave #GothicElegance #AToastToBlood