Move to the drum of the danse macabre    And come willing to me    Coin in mouth    Give me your so pretty cadaver    Accept this    The cold kiss of death    Closer, closer, in this lover's embrace    Warm breath touches sallow skin    I feel you quicken to the thrill of the chase    And soon I know that you will be mine       Feel my eyes burn within    Sense the pleasure of hinted sin    Hear my desperate cries for bliss    Taste the coldness of my kiss       Tighter, clasped in sweet caress    Far better this than aged attrition    At least I will hear your crimes confessed    Rather than silence from godly petition    Fainter grow this world's concerns    Fading, the ichor flows between us    Fuelling the lethal passion as it burns    The terpsichore of dancefloor lust       Feel my eyes burn within    Sense the pleasure of hinted sin    Hear my desperate cries for bliss    Taste the coldness of my kiss       My beautiful sustenance, do not weep    All must die somewhere down the line    And I must bleed you for my life to keep    Know your youth's untouched by time    This is an honour I bestow on few    As Death's servant taking is no crime    Admit that fate has caught up with you    And now I claim you as rightfully mine