Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Lyrics

Danse Macabre Lyrics


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