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 d**h of the middle ages The nuclear winter of the modern civilization It makes no difference to the lust of d**h The smile of the skull always shines in the world In any time Among any kind of human beings The d**h Has occasion to be glad By fire or steel, by disease or hunger The d**h replenishes its riches In silence or in the clank of weapon The d**h 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 d**h 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 d**h's glory They can devise holidays and celebrations for themselves But only d**h will joy when all the gladness ends Only d**h will joy when all the gladness ends Dance macabre By fire or steel By disease or hunger The d**h Replenishes its riches In silence Or in the clank of weapon The d**h Enlarges its kingdom Dance macabre