Danse Macabre

Salome, goddess of the moon
 Teach me your ways for I must have him soon
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 Show me your face with all the veils undone
 I'll be your mirror, you I will become
 Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
 It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver
 
 Let me stand on your silver feet
 And learn the danse macabre from the back seat
 Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
 It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver
 Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
 It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver
 Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
 It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver
 Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
 It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver