When the night's slowly falling, shadows grow Longer in the cold moonlight, The nightbirds are singing their said tunes - then the Time has come for the charnel's ball.
White bones in the moonlight Dressed up also in white Dancing upon their own tombs Waltzing across the Graveyard is Filled with joy Corpses are looking like toys Undead girls and boys Dance in the charnel's ball!
You're asleep and you don't hear a thing, then the Dead are crawling out of their tombs. We think death is for eternity but midnight welcomes The dead to dance.
White bones in the moonlight Dressed up also in white Dancing upon their own tombs Waltzing across the Graveyard is Filled with joy Corpses are looking like toys Undead girls and boys Dance in the charnel's ball!
White bones in the moonlight Dressed up also in white Dancing upon their own tombs Waltzing across the Graveyard is Filled with joy Corpses are looking like toys Undead girls and boys Dance in the charnel's ball!
