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Dance macabre

Winds tear the remains of towns and cities

Waters are poisoned and woods are charry

All the country seems deserted and darkened

Human laughter and bird-call can't be heard of any more

The black death of the middle ages

The nuclear winter of the modern civilization

It makes no difference to the lust of death

The smile of the skull always shines in the world

In any time

Among any kind of human beings

The death

Has occasion to be glad

By fire or steel, by disease or hunger

The death replenishes its riches

In silence or in the clank of weapon

The death enlarges its kingdom

The splash of the bloody rivers and the stench of decay

The champ of worms and the howl of hunters for carrion

They announce that somewhere the death gives a ball

But only the few will be glad to be a guest there

People can glorify their mind or their creator

But they all serve as stair-steps to the death's glory

They can devise holidays and celebrations for themselves

But only death will joy when all the gladness ends

Only death will joy when all the gladness ends

Dance macabre

By fire or steel

By disease or hunger

The death

Replenishes its riches

In silence

Or in the clank of weapon

The death

Enlarges its kingdom

Dance macabre