La Grande Danse Macabre

This ghastly skeleton, bone bare on ghostly nag

gallops through space

no spurs, no whips

and yet his steed pants towards apocalyps

nostrils a-snort in epeleptic fit

headlong they rush, athwart the infinite

with rash and trampling hoof

the cavalier, his flashing sword aflame

glashes - now here, now there



amongst the nameless slaughtered horde

then goes inspecting like some manor-lord

the charnel ground, chill and unbound where

under a bleak suns pallid leaden glare

histories great sepulchered masses lie

from the ages near

and the ages long gone by



death can on both black and white horses ride

across the threshold of infinity he you guide

death can step along smiling within the dance

and as a pawn in a game of chess you stand no chance

death can also beat a drum

he drums hard and he drums soft

all your dreams he beats into dust

die, die, die you must



i svangen latta i dansens ringar

i stigen yra i nojets lag

och myrten blommar och lyran klingar

men over troskeln stiger jag

d책 stannar dansen

d책 sankas ljuden

d책 vissnar kransen

d책 bleknar bruden