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