Danse Macabre Lyrics - Singles - Danse Macabre

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