Lengthening shadows, mark the end of another day And then enters into a twilight world, where the Vampire hold sway Dusk falls like a curtain, to welcome in the night And the rising moon beckons them again To join in the dance of death Awakening figures, in answer to the call Resplendent in all their finery, as they file into the hall The mirror holds no reflection, of this entourage of dead And the dust lays undisturbed, on the floor To bear no witness to the dance of death Crinoline dresses and brocade coats of gold Minuet in the candle light, as the grandeur unfolds Down through many centuries, theyve learned their steps so well To move and sway so gracefully, to the orchestra from hell To the strains of the dance of death To feed upon the living, is their object and desire And they care not for the material things of life The dance is just a prelude, a matinee before the morn As they scatter to the four winds, to return before the dawn They dont see the cobweb portals, where time has passed them by Or the ratinfested catacombs, of the vaults where they lie The dance is just a prelude, a matinee before the morn As they scatter to the four winds, to return before the dawn
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