Текст песни Danse Macabre

The God of time What music he makes An odd rhythm To live and procreate to We dance proudly Or stumble in shame To reach so much But lose it all the same Can't you hear the spirits? They call you from beyond the shadows Ashes to ashes, dust to dust We are many, and you shall be one of us Keep on dancing from the cradle to the coffin Can't you hear the dead? Oh, they call you from beyond the shadows Ashes to ashes, dust to dust We are many, and you shall be one of us