Τρίτη, Δεκεμβρίου 09, 2008

+Αλέξης Γρηγορόπουλος


"Dance of the death"

Let me tell you a story to chill the bones

About a thing that I saw

One night wandering in the everglades

I'd one drink but no more

I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight

Gazing up at the stars

Not aware of a presence so near to me

Watching my every move

Feeling scared and I fell to my knees

As something rushed me from the trees

Took me to an unholy place

And that is where I fell from grace

Then they summoned me over to join in with them

To the dance of the dead

Into the circle of fire I followed them

Into the middle I was led

As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear

But still I wanted to go

And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me

As I walked onto the coals

And I felt I was in a trance

And my spirit was lifted from me

And if only someone had the chance

To witness what happened to me

And I danced and I pranced and I sang with them

All had death in their eyes

Lifeless figures they were undead all of them

They had ascended from hell

As I danced with the dead

My free spirit was laughing and howling down at me

Below my undead body

Just danced the circle of dead

Until the time came to reunite us both

My spirit came back down to me

I didn't know if I was alive or dead

As the others all joined in with me

By luck then a skirmish started

And took the attention away from me

When they took their gaze from me

Was the moment that I fled

I ran like hell faster than the wind

But behind I did not glance

One thing that I did not dare

Was to look just straight ahead

When you know that your time has come around

You know you'll be prepared for it

Say your last goodbyes to everyone

Drink and say a prayer for it

When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed

And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead

When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed

And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead

To this day I guess I'll never know

Just why they let me go

But I'll never go dancing no more

'Til I dance with the dead.

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