I love the dead,
they have all died,
and in their silence,
they doth not disturb my life.
I dance with them,
when I have time.
I love to waltz on a full moon night,
starting right at dusk,
at eventide,
right between day and night.
Twirling in an endless dance waltz with darkness,
through the valley of the shadow of death,
gliding from amongst the shades and wraiths.
From dusk till dawn,
so lasts my rave.
But at sunrise,
my communion ends.
However,
there are many more nights to come,
and many more deaths to be watched and undertaken,
thus many more dancing partners to be waiting.
