The slender figure exclaimed
The ghostly being before me with eyes of fire
Beneath the mystic moon
Each breath it took came out as a vapor
Cold and silent the figure stood
I stood before death, beneath the mystic moon
Not knowing what to really do
A slender white hand appeared from beneath the black robe
An offering, but of what,
Should I except an unknown offer
Or go away from where I stood
Curious as a cat, I took the hand that was offered to me
And music began to play
Death began to dance with me
Beneath that mystic moon
Time began to drift by
As I began to fade away
I danced with death
That was my fate
A shame to have to fade away