He's looking at me with his eyes closed and his lips are moving fast   Little drops are dripping now from his chin upon his chest   And every time I try to escape, the little dwarf appears and fades      His glassy hand it touches me, I smell the air of death and life   Walking through the ballroom of the dead I hear two ghostly voices and a dark duet      Hearin the music of the minuet   Walkin through the ballroom of the dead   Voices, I wish they were signing glad      His glassy hand, it touches me, I smell the air of death and life   Walking through the ballroom of the dead I hear two ghostly voices and a dark duet      Hearin the music of the minuet   Walkin through the ballroom of the dead   Voices, I wish they were signing glad      Hearing the music of the minuet   Ghostly voices, dark duet   Hearing the music of the minuet   Ghostly voices, dark duet   I don't wanna die!   Hearing the music of the minuet   I don't wanna die!   Ghostly voices, dark duet   I don't wanna die!   Hearing the music of the minuet   I don't wanna die!   Ghostly voices, dark duet   I don't wanna die!   I don't wanna die!