He’s looking at me with his eyes closed
and his lips are moving fast
Little drops are dripping now from
his chin upon his chest
And every time I try to escape, the
little dwarf appears and fades

His glassy hand it touches me, I smell
the air of death and life
Walking through the ballroom of
the dead I hear two ghostly voices
and a dark duet

Hearin the music of the minuet
Walkin through the ballroom of the dead
Voices, I wish they were signing glad

His glassy hand, it touches me, I smell
the air of death and life
Walking through the ballroom of
the dead I hear two ghostly voices
and a dark duet

Hearin the music of the minuet
Walkin through the ballroom of the dead
Voices, I wish they were signing glad

Hearing the music of the minuet
Ghostly voices, dark duet
Hearing the music of the minuet
Ghostly voices, dark duet
I don’t wanna die!
Hearing the music of the minuet
I don’t wanna die!
Ghostly voices, dark duet
I don’t wanna die!
Hearing the music of the minuet
I don’t wanna die!
Ghostly voices, dark duet
I don’t wanna die!
I don’t wanna die!