Letra de Waltz With The Dead
Tunes of mendacity whispers Throughout the gloom, like echoes Of mystery or a lullaby of doomAn 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 deadCome, yes, you and listen to My melody Say can you do Another such sweet harmonyAn 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 deadDeep 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 staySuch nimble fingers that play Upon the fiddle. In shadows they Linger like the darkest of riddlesAn 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 deadDeep 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.