
Date of issue: 23.08.2017
Song language: English
Dance of the Vampires |
Lengthening shadows, mark the end of another day |
And then enters into a twilight world |
Where the Vampire hold sway |
Dusk falls like a curtain, to welcome in the night |
And the rising moon beckons them again |
To join in the dance of death |
Awakening figures, in answer to the call |
Resplendent in all their finery |
As they file into the hall |
The mirror holds no reflection |
Of this entourage of dead |
And the dust lays undisturbed, on the floor |
To bear no witness to the dance of death |
Crinoline dresses and brocade coats of gold |
Minuet in the candle light, as the grandeur unfolds |
Down through many centuries |
They’ve learned their steps so well |
To move and sway so gracefully |
To the orchestra from hell |
To the strains of the dance of death |
To feed upon the living |
Is their object and desire |
And they care not |
For the material things of life |
The dance is just a prelude |
A matinee before the morn |
As they scatter to the four winds |
To return before the dawn |
They don’t see the cobweb portals |
Where time has passed them by |
Or the rat-infested catacombs |
Of the vaults where they lie |
The dance is just a prelude |
A matinee before the morn |
As they scatter to the four winds |
To return before the dawn |