He's looking at me with his eyes closed and his lips are moving fast

Little drops are dripping now from his chin upon his chest

And every time I try to escape, the little dwarf appears and fades



His glassy hand it touches me, I smell the air of death and life

Walking through the ballroom of the dead I hear two ghostly voices and a dark duet



Hearin the music of the minuet

Walkin through the ballroom of the dead

Voices, I wish they were signing glad



His glassy hand, it touches me, I smell the air of death and life

Walking through the ballroom of the dead I hear two ghostly voices and a dark duet



Hearin the music of the minuet

Walkin through the ballroom of the dead

Voices, I wish they were signing glad



Hearing the music of the minuet

Ghostly voices, dark duet

Hearing the music of the minuet

Ghostly voices, dark duet

I don't wanna die!

Hearing the music of the minuet

I don't wanna die!

Ghostly voices, dark duet

I don't wanna die!

Hearing the music of the minuet

I don't wanna die!

Ghostly voices, dark duet

I don't wanna die!

I don't wanna die!