| Hand in hand, toe to toe
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| The Dance of Death is never slow
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| We beat the drum, with bone of thigh
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| Our hollow eyes lift to the sky
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| We dance with life, beyond all life
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| We tell out tales of war and strife
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| A knife, A sickle, rattle drum
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| All play the song, 'till others come
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| The moonlight glow on sallow flesh
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| There’s beauty in our Dance of Death
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| Dance macabre, dance divine
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| Devour the flesh and drink the wine
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| Dance macabre, dance with me
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| Dance to set your spirits free
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| The harpy’s cry, the carrion crow
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| Will teach us all we need to know
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| Come, break the earth and touch the sky
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| We’re here to teach you how to fly
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| Dance macabre, dance divine
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| Devour the flesh and drink the wine
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| Dance macabre, dance with me
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| Dance to set your spirits free
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| Dance macabre, dance divine
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| Devour the flesh and drink the wine
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| Dance macabre, dance with me
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| Dance to set your spirits free
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| A bow, a curtsy, fingers brush
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| With bone to bone, the Reaper’s touch
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| We need not lungs to lift the cry
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| There’s other life when once we die
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| We spin, we dip, we leap and skip
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| Our teeth and fingers gnaw and rip
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| With grace we greet the rising sun
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| Our Dance of Death has just begun
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| Dance macabre, dance divine
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| Devour the flesh and drink the wine
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| Dance macabre, dance with me
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| Dance to set your spirits free
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| Dance macabre, dance divine
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| Devour the flesh and drink the wine
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| Dance macabre, dance with me
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| Dance to set your spirits free |