Waltz With The Dead

Tunes of mendacity whispers
 throughout the gloom, like echoes
 of mystery or a lullaby of doom
 An illusion of pleasure
 an illusion of pain
 Yield to the beauty and
 soon you will waltz with the dead
 Yield to the beauty and
 soon you will waltz with the dead
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 Come, yes, you and listen to
 my melody
 Say can you do
 another such sweet harmony
 An illusion of pleasure
 an illusion of pain
 Yield to the beauty and
 soon you will waltz with the dead
 Yield to the beauty and
 soon you will waltz with the dead
 Deep in the mist you can hear him
 Softly playing his strings in order
 to snatch your soul far away
 Deep in the mist you reveal him
 A naked shape of peace as he plays
 you a song to lure you to stay
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 Such nimble fingers that play
 upon the fiddle. In shadows they
 linger like the darkest of riddles
 An illusion of pleasure
 an illusion of pain
 Yield to the beauty and
 soon you will waltz with the dead
 Yield to the beauty and
 soon you will waltz with the dead
 Deep in the mist you can hear him,
 hearken not, not to the sound
 from upon his luring strings.
 Deep in the mist you reveal him,
 the fiddler of the lost and drowned
 that slip you a song to sing.