Move to the drum of the danse macabre
And come willing to me
Coin in mouth
Give me your so pretty cadaver
Accept this
The cold kiss of death
Closer, closer, in this lover's embrace
Warm breath touches sallow skin
I feel you quicken to the thrill of the chase
And soon I know that you will be mine
Feel my eyes burn within
Sense the pleasure of hinted sin
Hear my desperate cries for bliss
Taste the coldness of my kiss
Tighter, clasped in sweet caress
Far better this than aged attrition
At least I will hear your crimes confessed
Rather than silence from godly petition
Fainter grow this world's concerns
Fading, the ichor flows between us
Fuelling the lethal passion as it burns
The terpsichore of dancefloor lust
Feel my eyes burn within
Sense the pleasure of hinted sin
Hear my desperate cries for bliss
Taste the coldness of my kiss
My beautiful sustenance, do not weep
All must die somewhere down the line
And I must bleed you for my life to keep
Know your youth's untouched by time
This is an honour I bestow on few
As Death's servant taking is no crime
Admit that fate has caught up with you
And now I claim you as rightfully mine