La danse macabre Lyrics

Oh mighty emperor, sword doesn't help you now
Sceptre and crown have no value here

Oh holy man of God crowned with your mitre
Your piousness has no meaning for me

The end is coming
The scythe of Reaper strikes!
The bells are tolling
The fourth horseman rides!
And the Hades follows with him...

Oh, Children of the wisdom of this world
All who still draw breath
Put two words in your hearts
That were heard from Christ

The one is 'come here', the other 'go away'
Right or left, heaven or hell
Whether rich or poor, all are equal in Death
He brings all into his Dance!

A poor beggar here in life
Your things will succeed now

Hobble over here with your crutches
Death will show you special mercy

The end is coming
The scythe of Reaper strikes!
The bells are tolling
The fourth horseman rides!
And the Hades follows with him...

"The winter wind blows and the night is dark
Moans are heard in the linden-trees
Through the gloom white skeletons pass
Running and leaping in their shrouds"

Oh, Children of the wisdom of this world
All who still draw breath
Put two words in your hearts
That were heard from Christ

The one is 'come here', the other 'go away'
Right or left, heaven or hell
Whether rich or poor, all are equal in Death
He brings all into his Dance!