Salome, goddess of the moon
Teach me your ways for I must have him soon
Show me your face with all the veils undone
I'll be your mirror, you I will [bad word] Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver

Let me stand on your silver feet
And learn the danse macabre from the back seat
Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver
Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver

Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver
Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?
It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver