Lengthening shadows marks the end of another day
And enters into a twilight world where the Vampire holds sway.
Dusk falls like a curtain to [bad word] in the night 
As the rising moon beckons them again
To join in the dance of Death!

Awakening figures in answer to the call 
Resplendent in all their finery as they file into the hall 
But the mirror holds no reflection of this entourage of dead 
And the dust lays undisturbed on the floor
To bear no witness to the dance of Death!

Crinoline dresses and brocade coats of gold
Minuet in the candlelight as the grandeur unfolds
Down through many centuries they've learned their steps so well 
To move and sway so gracefully to the orchestra from [bad word] To the strains of the dance of death!

To feed upon the living is their object and desire 
And they care not for the material things of life 
The dance is just a prelude,
matinee before the morn'

As they scatter to the four winds 
To return before the dawn!

They don't see the cobwebbed portals where time has passed them by
Or the rat infested [bad word] of the vaults where they lie
The dance is just a prelude,
matinee before the morn'

As they scatter to the four winds 
To return before the dawn!