La Danse de la Mort

Mother Death plays the flute that will someday be heard by us all.

Flute of bear bone & eyes of molten jade

Death spins in cashmere dress

The warmth very near begins to fade

She’s a fearful thing - silver, gaunt, with shattered bone, but nonetheless

They will dance to the flute of Death (4x)

And sing of songs without breath (4x)

Servants steal at her command

Unfeeling puppets dancing to the notes

To deceased souls they may lend a hand

Smell of coals, sensual strokes, gripping the livings’ throats

Death sways in the center

Of all things joyous & breathing, she is tormentor

They will dance to the flute of death (6x)

And sing of songs without breath (6x)

Upturned chairs, cast aside tables

She is a creature of many ancient fables

For within every drowning, claw, and sharpened knife

She seizes all from every walk of life

And so they will…

Dance to the flute of Mother Death (8x)

And sing of songs without breath (8x)