Danse Macabre

Actors of the mournful life charade and all of the madness you portray Your masquerade has come to an end Behold, the final curtain now descends Kings and Queens murderers and thieves Drop the act, and fall into peace Come rest in peace Join my dark realm in a night parade Dance 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 swinging on the gallows pole Dancing though we have grown too old Stiff and cold Join my dark realm in a night parade Dance Macabre, twist and turn in our graves Restless in a casket underground Clap and turn the other way around Roll the dice, a lottery, 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 sleep Our savior reaching out a hand A serenade in black for all ye damned, a graveyard jam

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 26, 2026