Waltzing Among Graves

May I have this dance?
I whisper upon my shoulder
In a garden of stones
Under falling stars,
The rain is falling, the coldness of soil
I feel a thrill making me shivering
As I see the reaper, hand open, inviting me

Come take my grim hand,
Join me for dancing
In this realm of death
Fog and wind, the rejects of Hell
In a silent audience
Waltzing among graves

I hear the sound of drum around
Lead by every beat of my heart
Resonating loudly inside my head
Under every foot step I perform

Under the kiss of my scythe
Every life ends, every end lives
All the sad spirits are joining me
In this last dance

I see every candle lightening
Anytime my coat brush
Against a grave
The red full moon assisting
To the spectral ball
Danse macabre

Written in blood
An imperial ballet
The dust of time bringing the epitaph
The last words of a mourning soul

Ghosts of the night dwell in Darkness
Sing loudly the funeral march
Each corner of stone is cutting me
As I’m waltzing in this graveyard
And tear my soul away