Dance of the Dead

See her eyes the empty soul and the lust for foul temptations
One by one, she may possess the entire population
This is the devils work
And whoever joins will die
The madness will take it’s toll
While they pray in vain so make more room below, for this is their end
From the city streets in the holy land
Bewitched or struck by mysteric plague?
Join the dance of the dead for eternity
Your soul belongs in hll
Fought with tunes to colden blood ain’t no cure for abbration
The truth was always there within oh the souls were blackened shallows of death
This is the devils work
And whoever joins will die
The madness will take it’s toll
While they pray in vain so make more room below, for this is their end
Laughs, cries, festives and dread
Droning along to their grave
Mass death under a spell
Prancing with no sign of borrowed time