Every dance is dance of death
Every pas is broken breath.
No anger, no wrath,
But the Reaper's on the path.
Feel the rhythm, feel the pace,
Hear the screaming of the chase.
Hear the drums and see no light.
Dance you, dance you in the night!
Dance you, dance you with no pause
With no reason, with no cause.
You are dancing, me with you.
Are we tired? Just afew.
Better silence you your mind,
Follow flesh - it is not blind.
From the dusk and till the East
Celebrate this deadly Feast!
Dance of Death
© Copyright: Сергей Лысенков, 2012
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