May I have this dance? I whisper upon my shoulder In a garden of stones Under falling stars, The rain is falling, the coldness of soil I feel a thrill making me shivering As I see the reaper, hand open, inviting me Come take my grim hand, Join me for dancing In this realm of death Fog and wind, the rejects of Hell In a silent audience Waltzing among graves I hear the sound of drum around Lead by every beat of my heart Resonating loudly inside my head Under every foot step I perform Under the kiss of my scythe Every life ends, every end lives All the sad spirits are joining me In this last dance I see every candle lightening Anytime my coat brush Against a grave The red full moon assisting To the spectral ball Danse macabre Written in blood An imperial ballet The dust of time bringing the epitaph The last words of a mourning soul Ghosts of the night dwell in Darkness Sing loudly the funeral march Each corner of stone is cutting me As I’m waltzing in this graveyard And tear my soul away