The Macabrous Dance

They dance the macabrous dance

To a ghastly wind that moans

They dance to a deathly music

Of xylophones made from bones

They dance through mausoleums

Beneath a laughing moon

They dance out of their coffins

From the gaping mouth of a tomb

They dance through rotting graveyards

Of shattered broken stones

Of violin playing spectres

And disembodied groans

They dance while shrieking mad men

Point and gasp and wheeze

And howling spirits climb

The twisted fingers of the trees

They dance through shattered churchyards

To a rank and odious smell 

Where hideous skeletons crawl

From a dark and vaporous well

They dance through crumbling cities

To the sound of the rustling breeze

They dance on spectral ships

Tossed upon deathless seas

They dance through ancient libraries

To the sound of rattling keys

Past books of forbidden rituals

Performed on bended knees

They dance through smoke filled rooms

Where dark magicians cast their spell

To raise a headless horseman

Who rides from the gates of hell

They dance the dance of death

They raise their cups of blood

To the rows of rotting corpses

Crawling from the mud

The spirits of the night

They dance until they are done

Until the cockerel crows

With the rising of the sun