Winds tear the remains of towns and cities
Waters are poisoned and woods are charry
All the country seems deserted and darkened
Human laughter and bird-call can't be heard of any more
The black d**h of the middle ages
The nuclear winter of the modern civilization
It makes no difference to the lust of d**h
The smile of the skull always shines in the world
In any time
Among any kind of human beings
The d**h
Has occasion to be glad
By fire or steel, by disease or hunger
The d**h replenishes its riches
In silence or in the clank of weapon
The d**h enlarges its kingdom
The splash of the bloody rivers and the stench of decay
The champ of worms and the howl of hunters for carrion
They announce that somewhere the d**h gives a ball
But only the few will be glad to be a guest there
People can glorify their mind or their creator
But they all serve as stair-steps to the d**h's glory
They can devise holidays and celebrations for themselves
But only d**h will joy when all the gladness ends
Only d**h will joy when all the gladness ends
Dance macabre
By fire or steel
By disease or hunger
The d**h
Replenishes its riches
In silence
Or in the clank of weapon
The d**h
Enlarges its kingdom
Dance macabre