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Death is tapping its foot

To a bewitching tune

Truly in a joyful mood

Clouds covering the moon

In the midnight hour

The dead perform a dance

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In the midnight hour

The dead perform a dance

Peasants, nobles or kings

Like puppets on a string

Dance they all will

When Death spreads its wings

In the midnight hour

The dead perform a dance

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In the midnight hour

The dead perform a dance

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Like withered flowers

Now skeletons in trance

One can hear the North winds blow

But louder is the violin

The living, their heads they bow

For they know Death will always win

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In the midnight hour

The dead perform a dance

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Like withered flowers

Now skeletons in trance

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It’s already certain

For Death allows no chance