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 chanceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
