Danse Macabre Lyrics

Danse Macabre

Death is tapping its foor
To a bewitching tune
Truly in a joyful mood
Coulds 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 macbre danse macbre danse macabre
Like withered flowers
Now skeletones in trance

One can hear the north winds blow
But louder is the violen
The living, teir 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 macbre danse macbre danse macabre
Like withered flowers
Now skeletones in trance

Danse macbre danse macbre danse macabre
It's already certain
For death allows no chance