Danse Macabre
George Hudson James Last Justin Smith Purson Rosalie Cunningham Samuel Shove
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Teach me your ways for I must have him soon
Show me your face with all the veils undone
I’ll be your mirror, you I will become
Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver
Let me stand on your silver feet
And learn the danse macabre from the back seat
Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver
Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver
Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver
Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver
