Pagan Altar - Danse Macabre lyrics

From the depths of the vaults, the shadows slowly rise, and peer at the world, with unseeing eyes They crouch; they crawl, on bleach-white bones, glistening through their ragged clothes Figures with grotesque limbs distorted, that reach out and touch each pa**ing soul The orchestra of d**h playing for the reaper, To herald in his clarion call They’re the living dead summoned by the dying to lead them to the Danse Macabre. Who has awakened them, from eternal rest, and who are they calling, to the dance of d**h Who will follow, the Danse Macabre, rich or poor, wife or child The cloaked figure of d**h with his scythe has chosen, for only the dying can join the dance Only the dying can follow the dancers, only they can join the funeral march In the dark streets they gather, the dying together, and then they’ll dance the Danse Macabre Follow us, follow the dancers, leave this world of pain and strife Follow us and end the suffering, we’ll take you to a better life Leave the living, follow the dancers, and join us in this one last dance Leave the living, follow the music, and we’ll all dance the Danse Macabre Open cemetery gates beckon, the dancing dead, and swirling mist welcomes, the funeral cortege The vaults gape wide open, as the figures draw near, the pathway to hell, has led them here Escorting dancers spin and stagger, grotesque figures in d**h’s stage show Their movements quicken as the tempo increases as faster and faster the rhythm grows Music composed in the depths of hell, by the players of the Danse Macabre Follow us and end the suffering, we’ll take you to a better life Leave the living, follow the dancers, and join us in this one last dance Leave the living, follow the music, and we’ll all dance the Danse Macabre No crowd to cheer the dead and the dying, no one to hear their mournful crying One by one they dance out of the night, out of life and out of sight Dancers usher the dying forward, ever onward and all in line Echoes of the past surround them, as they fade back into the mistas of time As the vaults doors slowly close behind them to the final strains of The Danse Macabre