Danse Macabre - Danse Macabre Lyrics
Death is tapping its footTo a bewitching tuneTruly in a joyful moodClouds covering the moonIn the midnight hourThe dead perform a danceDanse MacabreDanse MacabreDanse MacabreIn the midnight hourThe dead perform a dancePeasants, nobles or kingsLike puppets on a stringDance they all willWhen Death spreads its wingsIn the midnight hourThe dead perform a danceDanse MacabreDanse MacabreDanse MacabreIn the midnight hourThe dead perform a danceDanse MacabreDanse MacabreDanse MacabreLike withered flowersNow skeletons in tranceOne can hear the North winds blowBut louder is the violinThe living, their heads they bowFor they know Death will always winDanse MacabreDanse MacabreDanse MacabreIn the midnight hourThe dead perform a danceDanse MacabreDanse MacabreDanse MacabreLike withered flowersNow skeletons in tranceDanse MacabreDanse MacabreDanse MacabreIt's already certainFor Death allows no chance