Totentanz

The sky is turning blood red, Out from the depths rise the dead The dead will dance, the dead will prance And those who see them be entranced They will dance the waltz of death And we shall breathe our final breaths When the clock strikes the midnight hour And the dead return to the chthonic bowers They will choose the ones they take, It will be those who made the mistake Of staying out to see the rite, The dance of death on Walpurgis Night