Danse Macabre

Be it the death of a child

Be it the love that floats on a sorrow

Be it the torture of splendor

That leads your heart away

Into the morrow

Be it the joy that cuts deep

Be it the wail of terror

Be it the softness, the softness of fear

That settles in your heart

Whenever love is near

And I have heard it before

And I have felt it before

Each time the thousands time thousands of souls

Within each thousand years

Has put its cell in me

And all I can hear

The cry

And all I can feel

The pain

And all I can see

The lives

That went ahead of me

That felt intensity

And I am crying with you

And I am moaning desire

And you have laid down your gift to my soul

I have your memory in every cell of me

And all I can hear

The cry

And all I can feel

The pain

And all I can see

The lives

That went ahead of me

That felt intensity