Actors of the mournful life charade
And all of the madness you portray.
Your masquerade will come to an end.
Soon the final curtain will descend.
Kings and Queens,
Murderers and thieves. Drop the act, and fall into ease.
Come rest in peace.
Join my dark realm in a night parade.
Danse Macabre, twist and turn in our graves.
In flames of red and gold we leap into.
Faces pale and white and lips of blue.
Dead and swingin on the gallows pole.
Dancing though we have grown too old, stiff and cold.
Join my dark realm in a night parade.
Danse Macabre, twist and turn in our graves.
Restless in a casket underground.
Clap and turn the other way around.
Roll the dice, a lottery, and tread the stage of misery.
We all await impending doom, owners of a future tomb.
Rising sun or fading star, you can't resist the reaper's call.
Progeny of wolf or sheep, we all unite in our final sleep.
Our savior reaching out a hand. A serenade in black for all ye damned.
A graveyard jam.