Via Mistica - Danse macabre

In the pageant of death Walking in the forefront Blood-stains on my dress Stone-dead body dressed to kill While dancing madly I'm wringing my hands Frown on my face Tearing my hair The corpses' caravan Still walking on and on Heedles and reckless Bodies without souls Our doomed'n'tragic dance Beggars' carnival Empty bloodless faces Dub toothless mocking grins I am the cold wind on your face I am a moment, a whilesome of you want me to never come Some are begging me to show You live just like I've never existed You think you can cheat your destiny But it's already known That I'll meet all of you So how could I prepare Not to be a coward And what can I do Not to feel a fear It's your duty to wait Not to turn away your eyes From cruelty of life And my peaceful hand How to be brave When you look Into my eyes And say: "Come"?I put my fingers on your eyes You forgive all your sorrows I cross the line of your life You finish all your trips Remember: You are not the only one I am not the only one