Danse Macabre کے بول

Salome, goddess of the moon 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