Lengthening shadows marks the end of another day And enters into a twilight world where the Vampire holds sway. Dusk falls like a curtain to welcome in the night As 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 But 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 candlelight as the grandeur unfolds Down through many centuries they've 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 don't see the cobwebbed portals where time has passed them by Or the rat infested 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!