If, in the night, You're alone and in sight Of the Holy Company of ghosts, You can't forget You've incurred a debt That must collect the Ancient Host. You move in nonstop advance In a dead trance, You have no chance As you are taken in their dance: The spectres dance! The spectres dance! To hand you a cross, A wraith comes across, His face looks pale and yellow-eyed. This game's perverse: Passing on the curse, But now you're the procession's guide. You move in nonstop advance In a dead trance, You have no chance As you are taken in their dance: The spectres dance! The spectres dance! Deadly dance! The spectres dance! You have to dance, March and briskly prance, Dancing wildly all the time, Leading the way, You are seeking prey Far off, some bells chime… You move in nonstop advance In a dead trance, You have no chance As you are taken in their dance: The spectres dance! The spectres dance! Deadly dance! The spectres dance! The Ancient Host!