LYRIC FOR SALE

By Lilla Bóna

When the clock tick twelve
And the moon shines bright
The door melts down and
They can come to light

If you’re still alive
Don’t dear to go there
This night belongs to them
It’s the dance of the dead

Late at night when the thunder strikes
A haunted melody flies
And shadows arise

Dance you fools, until you can,
Until the light sends you back
Only hours that you have
To do your deadly, haunting dance
But when the night will be over
You all have to go back to hell

They wear dancing shoes
And those nice ball gowns
But their skinless bones
They are rotting down

They can scream there curse
And have a good laugh
But when it’s red dawn
They will be dragged down

Late at night when the thunder strikes
A haunted melody flies
And demons arise

Dance you fools, until you can,
Until the light sends you back
Only hours that you have
To do your deadly, haunting dance
But when the night will be over
You all have to go back to hell

In the end of the day
You will be but a tale:
„Once upon a time in a nightmare
The dead rose from the grave
They craved to be alive again
But hell put back their chains”