Danse Macabre

Danse Macabre - Danse Macabre lyrics

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Death is tapping its foot

To a bewitching tune

Truly in a joyful mood

Clouds covering the moon



In the midnight hour

The dead perform a dance



Danse Macabre  Danse Macabre  Danse Macabre

In the midnight hour

The dead perform a dance



Peasants, nobles or kings

Like puppets on a string

Dance they all will

When Death spreads its wings



In the midnight hour

The dead perform a dance



Danse Macabre  Danse Macabre  Danse Macabre

In the midnight hour

The dead perform a dance



Danse Macabre  Danse Macabre  Danse Macabre

Like withered flowers

Now skeletons in trance



One can hear the North winds blow

But louder is the violin

The living, their heads they bow

For they know Death will always win



Danse Macabre  Danse Macabre  Danse Macabre

In the midnight hour

The dead perform a dance



Danse Macabre  Danse Macabre  Danse Macabre

Like withered flowers

Now skeletons in trance



Danse Macabre  Danse Macabre  Danse Macabre

It's already certain

For Death allows no chance
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