• I dance with the poisonous viper,
    with fangs that gleam.
    With the music of the bad piper,
    whose voice does scream.

    Underneath the blood red moon, we dance
    We swing, we sway.
    In the rotten soiled graveyard, we prance
    Trespassers, they slay.

    There is death in our gore movement,
    Falling, falling.
    Into the arms of the devil's hell sent
    Melody they sing.

    I reach for the light, yet I am drawn,
    To the deadly dance
    To which the devil's whisper had fawn,
    I reach for the lance

    With one blow, I attempt to stop it,
    I am now mocked,
    For this laugh-worthy lack of grit,
    Heart now silenced.