The night is dark, the air is cold,
The moon is full, the sky is bold.
The dead rise up, they come alive,
For Danse Macabre, they will arrive.


The music plays, a haunting tune,
The dancers move, they're not immune,
To the rhythm of death, the beat of the night,
For Danse Macabre, they will take flight.


The skeletons dance, they rattle and shake,
The ghosts glide by, they're not fake,...