Death is tapping its foot  To a bewitching tune  Truly in a joyful mood  Clouds covering the moon    In the midnight hour  The dead perform a dance    Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre  In the midnight hour  The dead perform a dance    Peasants, nobles or kings  Like puppets on a string  Dance they all will  When Death spreads its wings    In the midnight hour  The dead perform a dance    Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre  In the midnight hour  The dead perform a dance    Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre  Like withered flowers  Now skeletons in trance    One can hear the North winds blow  But louder is the violin  The living, their heads they bow  For they know Death will always win    Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre  In the midnight hour  The dead perform a dance    Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre  Like withered flowers  Now skeletons in trance    Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre  It's already certain  For Death allows no chance