How high the Sun
For the Lovers, for the Moon
For the Hanged ManFor the FoolTread gently with your dancing feet
Over past men in righteous sleep
The princes pale the life that failedPoisoned they too once had their dayDance over the graves
And scream for solace out of day
With a grimoire, syringe, a mind unhinged
Oh come what ever mayWatching the world
Pass us slowly byA corpse into quicklime
Black beneath your eyesHey
Life fades awayHow high the Sun
For the Devil, for the WorldFor the Temperance
The Death's danceIn garden green the worm and fiend
Weave beautiful each our dream
Eat at the timbers of sanity
And then we wake up intoDance over the graves
And scream for solace out of day
With a grimoire, syringe, a mind unhinged
Oh come what ever mayWatching the world
Pass us slowly byBlack beneath your eyes
A corpse into quicklimeSwords to sever limb
Wands to grind the bone
Cups to drain the blood
Coins to shut the eyesLife fades awayDance over the graves
Come what ever may
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