Danse Macabre

A single thought feeds whatever's left of my life:
 Death – the final equalizer
 All our souls stand before the same trial
 Yes, you will die
 You too will die
 Your ploys have now reached demise
 A vacant life before your eyes
 Now who's the master and who is the slave
 Dance with me on your own grave
 Skeleton ball proves the mightiest will fall
 Along with all the lowlifes
 For mortality is written in our blood
 You too will die
 Yes, you will die
 Thrived on the innocent cries
 Pleas for grace met with despise
 Emperor, peasant, a beggar, a child
 Now in death stirred bones are piled
 Dance of death
 Macabre collects your head
 Yes, you will die
 We will live on through our deeds
 You're massacred by your own creed
 There are no idols, no martyrs, no gods
 Victims of eternal fraud
 Dance of death
 Macabre collects your head
 Macabre collects your head