A Dance With the Dead

It’s not a filthy mirage or a dark lie
The corpses dance with men, a dance of lust and pain
No one could understand this deadly sin
I’ll please my mind to forget the images I see
We crave for this dirty dance, a morbid fantasy
We’ve seen it in our dreams, in our sickest dreams
The dance with the dead will steal your last breath
You’ll pray for the end, now believe…
The dance with the dead, a passport to hell
You’ll pray for the end, now believe…
Yes, yes… believe!
Death is not the biggest curse as I see now
These scenes I can’t describe, please let me leave
I know we’re sick, psychotics full of pain
This price we have to pay, I’ll pray this time to come
Dance, macabre dance
Believe!
The dance with the dead