Danse Macabre

Dance with Death... The black plague

Danse Macabre



Dance with Death
Breath for Breath
Slipping through the silent streets

Softly, singing
Whispering, wailing
Luring you, Lurking 'long the lane

It pulls
It pulls
The soul is silenced in its sleep

Danse Macabre
Waltzing through the fog of the morning light.
The pestilence penetrates peasant and royalty alike.