This ghastly skeleton, bone bare on ghostly nag
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gallops through space
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no spurs, no whips
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and yet his steed pants towards apocalyps
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nostrils a-snort in epeleptic fit
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headlong they rush, athwart the infinite
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with rash and trampling hoof
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the cavalier, his flashing sword aflame
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glashes - now here, now there
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amongst the nameless slaughtered horde
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then goes inspecting like some manor-lord
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the charnel ground, chill and unbound where
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under a bleak suns pallid leaden glare
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histories great sepulchered masses lie
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from the ages near
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and the ages long gone by
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death can on both black and white horses ride
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across the threshold of infinity he you guide
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death can step along smiling within the dance
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and as a pawn in a game of chess you stand no chance
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death can also beat a drum
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he drums hard and he drums soft
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the time has come for you to leave the mortal croft
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all your dreams he beats into dust
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die, die, die you must
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i svangen latta i dansens ringar
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i stigen yra i nojets lag
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och myrten blommar och lyran klingar
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men over troskeln stiger jag
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dе stannar dansen
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dе sankas ljuden
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dе vissnar kransen
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dе bleknar bruden
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La Grande Danse Macabre
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Marduk |